Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, ed. Poems of Places: An Anthology in 31 Volumes.
Italy: Vols. XI–XIII. 1876–79.
Fort Fuentes
By William Wordsworth (17701850)
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This sweet-visaged cherub of Parian stone
So far from the holy enclosure was cast,
To couch in this thicket of brambles alone,—
Of his half-open hand, pure from blemish or speck,
And the green, gilded snake, without troubling the calm
Of the beautiful countenance, twine round his neck;
When winter the grove of its mantle bereaves,
Some bird (like our own honored redbreast) may strew
The desolate slumberer with moss and with leaves:
Nor to her was the dance of soft pleasure unknown;
Her banners for festal enjoyment did wave
While the thrill of her fifes through the mountains was blown:
O silence of Nature, how deep is thy sway,
When the whirlwind of human destruction is spent,
Our tumults appeased, and our strifes passed away!