Poems (Eckley)/Italy's Sea
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ITALY.
AVE you ever seen a bracelet
Wrought in Etruscan gold,
With clasp of Lapis Lazuli,
Wreathed in a pearly fold?
ITALY.
ITALY'S SEA.
AVE you ever seen a braceletWrought in Etruscan gold,
With clasp of Lapis Lazuli,
Wreathed in a pearly fold?
Not of the sapphire's brilliancy,
But a milder, softer hue,
As the rays of dropping sun-beam
Light up the waves of blue.
But a milder, softer hue,
As the rays of dropping sun-beam
Light up the waves of blue.
Then look at that cerulean sea,
Washing the rocky base
Of the green, leafy Apennines,
Where vine with olive lace.
Washing the rocky base
Of the green, leafy Apennines,
Where vine with olive lace.
In southern climes where early Art
First reared her columns high,
Where Dante lived, and Petrarch loved,—
The land of Italy.
First reared her columns high,
Where Dante lived, and Petrarch loved,—
The land of Italy.