POSTHUMOUS POEMS
She sees thro' tears and blood,
Above the stars and in the night of time,
The sleepless watch of God;
Past fear and pain and errors wide and strange
The veil'd years leading wingless-footed Change;
Endure, and they shall give
Truth and the law whereby men work and live.
Above the stars and in the night of time,
The sleepless watch of God;
Past fear and pain and errors wide and strange
The veil'd years leading wingless-footed Change;
Endure, and they shall give
Truth and the law whereby men work and live.
XVII
From Ischia to the loneliest Apennine
Time's awful voice is blown;
And from her clouded throne
Freedom looks out and knows herself divine.
From walls that keep in shame
Poerio's martyr-name,
From wild rocks foul with children's blood, it rings;
Their murderers gaze aghast
Through all the hideous past,
And fate is heavy on the souls of kings.
No more their hateful sway
Pollutes the equal day,
Nor stricken truth pales under its wide wings,
Even when the awakened people speaks in wrath,
Wrong shall not answer wrong with blind impatience;
The bloody slime upon that royal path
Makes slippery standing for the feet of nations.
From Ischia to the loneliest Apennine
Time's awful voice is blown;
And from her clouded throne
Freedom looks out and knows herself divine.
From walls that keep in shame
Poerio's martyr-name,
From wild rocks foul with children's blood, it rings;
Their murderers gaze aghast
Through all the hideous past,
And fate is heavy on the souls of kings.
No more their hateful sway
Pollutes the equal day,
Nor stricken truth pales under its wide wings,
Even when the awakened people speaks in wrath,
Wrong shall not answer wrong with blind impatience;
The bloody slime upon that royal path
Makes slippery standing for the feet of nations.
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