Poem by Alfred Austin

Farewell to Italy

Incomparable Italy, farewell!
Tears not unmanly trespass to the eyes,
From thy soft touch and glance unspeakable
Compelled to turn and suffer other skies.
E'en as I leave thee, the maternal vine
Under the weight of clustering fruitage bends;
And the plump fig, beyond where tendrils twine,
Shows greener, moister, as the sap ascends.
When I return, as I most surely will,
Me will salute the thirst-dispelling grape,
Purple or opal, and when noon is still,
The snow-cold fruit provoke permitted rape.
Even, dear land, flourish thy fortunes so,
Which, formed, need only interval to grow. 

1. To Robert Louis Stevenson
2. Madonna
3. Unseasonable Snows
4. Wardens Of The Wave
5. Nocturnal Vigils

Frances Kemble Farewell to Italy ("Farewell awhile, beautiful Italy!")

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