上海龙凤shlf最新地址Poem: Rome Unvisited

I.

上海龙凤shlf最新地址The corn has turned from grey to red,

上海龙凤shlf最新地址Since first my spirit wandered forth

上海龙凤shlf最新地址From the drear cities of the north,

上海龙凤shlf最新地址And to Italia's mountains fled.

And here I set my face towards home,

上海龙凤shlf最新地址For all my pilgrimage is done,

Although, methinks, yon blood-red sun

Marshals the way to Holy Rome.

上海龙凤shlf最新地址O Blessed Lady, who dost hold

Upon the seven hills thy reign!

O Mother without blot or stain,

上海龙凤shlf最新地址Crowned with bright crowns of triple gold!

上海龙凤shlf最新地址O Roma, Roma, at thy feet

上海龙凤shlf最新地址I lay this barren gift of song!

For, ah! the way is steep and long

That leads unto thy sacred street.

II.

And yet what joy it were for me

上海龙凤shlf最新地址To turn my feet unto the south,

And journeying towards the Tiber mouth

To kneel again at Fiesole!

And wandering through the tangled pines

That break the gold of Arno's stream,

上海龙凤shlf最新地址To see the purple mist and gleam

Of morning on the Apennines

上海龙凤shlf最新地址By many a vineyard-hidden home,

Orchard and olive-garden grey,

Till from the drear Campagna's way

The seven hills bear up the dome!

III.

A pilgrim from the northern seas -

What joy for me to seek alone

上海龙凤shlf最新地址The wondrous temple and the throne

Of him who holds the awful keys!

上海龙凤shlf最新地址When, bright with purple and with gold

Come priest and holy cardinal,

And borne above the heads of all

上海龙凤shlf最新地址The gentle Shepherd of the Fold.

O joy to see before I die

上海龙凤shlf最新地址The only God-anointed king,

上海龙凤shlf最新地址And hear the silver trumpets ring

上海龙凤shlf最新地址A triumph as he passes by!

上海龙凤shlf最新地址Or at the brazen-pillared shrine

Holds high the mystic sacrifice,

上海龙凤shlf最新地址And shows his God to human eyes

Beneath the veil of bread and wine.

IV.

For lo, what changes time can bring!

The cycles of revolving years

May free my heart from all its fears,

上海龙凤shlf最新地址And teach my lips a song to sing.

Before yon field of trembling gold

Is garnered into dusty sheaves,

Or ere the autumn's scarlet leaves

Flutter as birds adown the wold,

I may have run the glorious race,

And caught the torch while yet aflame,

上海龙凤shlf最新地址And called upon the holy name

上海龙凤shlf最新地址Of Him who now doth hide His face.

ARONA.