Italy

The almond trees of Tuscany in flower, Narcissus and the tulip growing wild; White oxen; and like a lily undefiled, Beyond the misty plain, the marble tower; The roses and the corn upon the hill, The Judas-tree against the solid blue; The fire-flies, and the downy owl’s too-whoo, Thy Aziola, Shelley, plaintive still.

The lisp of Baiæ’s phosphorescent foam; And Venice like a bubble made of dew, A shell transfigured with the rainbow’s hue; The Appian Way beneath a sullen sky, (The shepherd’s pipe is like a seagull’s cry) And in a silver rift, eternal Rome.