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IN TUSCANY: TUSCAN HILLS, by                    
First Line: My friend and I, we climbed together
Last Line: Yet me she has forgot—her lover.
Subject(s): Italy; Italians


MY Friend and I, we climbed together
Sweet-scented hill-sides covered over
With clusters of the lilac heather;
Around us was the fair Spring weather.
She was my friend, I was her lover.

Above us was that perfect heaven
One only sees in Tuscany.
Below us was the valley, riven
With budding vineyards green and even,
Far-stretching like a Summer sea.

She heard sweet music from the thrushes,
I, from her voice, that softer grew
When swift the birds sprang from the bushes,
And in those sudden, tender hushes
We only talked as friends might do.

O scented hills we climbed together!
O blue, far sky that bent above her!
She never will forget that heather,
That Tuscan day, that soft Spring weather,
Yet me she has forgot—her lover.





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