Poem by John Sterling

San Miniato

While slow on Miniato's height I roam,
And backward look to Brimelleschi's dome,
'T is strange to think that here on many a day
Old Michael Angelo has paced his way:
And watching Florence, in his bosom found
A nobler world than that which lies around.
To him, perhaps, the ghost of Dante came
At sunset, with his pride of mournful fame,
By me the twain, the bard and sculptor stand,
With strong lip gazing and uplifted hand:
The great, the sad, fighters in ages past,
With their full peace fill e'en the weak at last.

1. Daedalus
2. The Childless Sexton
3. Louis the Fifteenth
4. Alfred the Harper

Oscar Wilde San Miniato ("SEE, I have climbed the mountain side")

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