Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, ed. Poems of Places: An Anthology in 31 Volumes. Italy: Vols. XIXIII. 187679. | | | | Naples | | Naples | | Samuel Rogers (17631855) |
| | (From Italy) THIS region, surely, is not of the earth. | |
| Was it not dropt from heaven? Not a grove, | |
| Citron or pine or cedar, not a grot | |
| Sea-worn and mantled with the gadding vine, | |
| But breathes enchantment. Not a cliff but flings | 5 |
| On the clear wave some image of delight, | |
| Some cabin-roof glowing with crimson flowers, | |
| Some ruined temple or fallen monument, | |
| To muse on as the bark is gliding by. | |
| And be it mine to muse there, mine to glide, | 10 |
| From daybreak, when the mountain pales his fire | |
| Yet more and more, and from the mountain-top, | |
| Till then invisible, a smoke ascends, | |
| Solemn and slow, as erst from Ararat, | |
| When he, the Patriarch, who escaped the Flood, | 15 |
| Was with his household sacrificing there, | |
| From daybreak to that hour, the last and best, | |
| When, one by one, the fishing-boats come forth, | |
| Each with its glimmering lantern at the prow, | |
| And, when the nets are thrown, the evening hymn | 20 |
| Steals oer the trembling waters. | | | | |
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