Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, ed. Poems of Places: An Anthology in 31 Volumes.
France: Vols. IX–X. 1876–79. | | | | Vaucluse | | To Valclusa | | Thomas Russell (1762–1788) |
| | | WHAT though, Valclusa, the fond bard be fled, | |
| That wooed his fair in thy sequestered bowers, | |
| Long loved her living, long bemoaned her dead, | |
| And hung her visionary shrine with flowers! | |
| What though no more he teach thy shades to mourn | 5 |
| The hapless chances that to love belong, | |
| As erst, when drooping o’er her turf forlorn, | |
| He charmed wild Echo with his plaintive song. | |
| Yet still, enamored of the tender tale, | |
| Pale Passion haunts thy grove’s romantic gloom, | 10 |
| Yet still soft music breathes in every gale, | |
| Still undecayed the fairy garlands bloom, | |
| Still heavenly incense fills each fragrant vale, | |
| Still Petrarch’s Genius weeps o’er Laura’s tomb. | | | | |
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