Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, ed. Poems of Places: An Anthology in 31 Volumes.
Italy: Vols. XI–XIII. 1876–79.
Ischia
By Aubrey Thomas de Vere (18141902)H
Between the dark hill and the sea,
Remote from books, remote from men,
I sit; but, O, how near to thee!
I smell thy flowers; thy voice I hear:
Of Italy thou speak’st; that name
Woke long thy wish,—at last thy tear!
Those rocks with myrtles mantled o’er;
Misenum’s cape, yon mountains’ sweep;
The smile of that Circean shore!
Whereon Colonna mourned alone,
An eagle widowed in her nest,—
Heart strong and faithful to thine own!
Lay circled in a narrower bound:
Child, sister, tenderest mother, wife,—
Love made that circle holy ground.
Its stones,—that ofttimes trodden road
Which linked the region of thy birth
With that till death thy still abode.
To that clear lake the woodlands shade,
Love stretched his arms. In sight of each
The place of thy repose is made.