Enchanted Italy! Fair, sunny land! How often, in my dreams, I've lightly strayed Beneath thy olive-orchards' trembling shade, And felt my brow by thy soft breezes fanned: How often gazed upon thy magic sky, And breathed the wild magnolia's sweet perfume, While close at hand the aloe lifts its plume, And orange-blossoms in the pathway lie: And sweetly sing the birds their melodies, Till gentle night lets fall her veil of love; And, while the stars glow tenderly above, The mellow moonlight quivers through the trees. Perchance these visions may prophetic be, And some day through thy gardens I may roam, Beneath thy cloudless skies may make my home, And see thy treasures, glorious Italy. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...NO MATTER WHAT, AFTER ALL, AND THAT BEAUTIFUL WORD SO by HAYDEN CARRUTH LOCKED OUT; AS TOLD TO A CHILD by ROBERT FROST ON BRODSKY'S COLLECTED by MICHAEL S. HARPER LA RONDE DU DIABLE by AMY LOWELL STUDY FOR A GEOGRAPHICAL TRAIL; 1. SEATTLE by CLARENCE MAJOR DECEPTION PASS; FOR JUDY AND MARK KAWASAKI by KAREN SWENSON |