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STRADA REALE—CORFU.
am weary of the green wood
Where haunteth the wild bee,
And the olive’s silvery foliage
Droops o’er the myrtle tree.
The fountain singeth silvery,
As with a sleepy song,
It wandereth the bright mosses,
And drooping flowers among.
I will seek the cheerful city,
And in the crowded street,
See if I can find the traces
Of pleasure’s winged feet.
The bells are ringing gayly,
And their music gladdens all,
From the towers in the sunshine,
To the date and orange stall.
Gay voices are around me,
I seem to gladden too;
And a thousand changing objects
Win my wandering eyes anew.
It is pleasant through the city
In a sunny day to roam;
And yet my full heart turns to thee,
My own, my greenwood home.
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