"I WILL die cheering, if I needs must die; So shall my last breath write upon my lips @3Viva Italia!@1 when my spirit slips Down the great darkness from the mountain sky; And those who shall behold me where I lie Shall murmur: 'Look, you! how his spirit dips From glory into glory! the eclipse Of death is vanquished! Lo, his victor-cry!' "Live, thou, upon my lips, Italia mine, The sacred death-cry of my frozen clay! Let thy dear light from my dead body shine And to the passer-by thy message say: @3'Ecco!@1 though heaven has made my skies divine, My sons' love sanctifies my soil for aye!'" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...STREET CRIES: 6. TO RICHARD WAGNER by SIDNEY LANIER A POEM FOR MAX NORDAU by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON NOEL: CHRISTMAS EVE, 1913 by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES TRAFALGAR SQUARE by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES MEETING AT NIGHT by ROBERT BROWNING THE BROOKSIDE by RICHARD MONCKTON MILNES |