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C.D. Warner, et al., comp. The Library of the World’s Best Literature.
An Anthology in Thirty Volumes. 1917.

Lines

By George Edward Woodberry (1855–1930)

NOW snowy Apennines shining

Should breathe my spirit bare;

My heart should cease repining

In the rainbow-haunted air:

But cureless sorrow carries

My heart beyond the sea,

Nor comfort in it tarries

Save thoughts of thee.

The branch of olive shaken

Silvers the azure sea;

Winds in the ilex waken:

Oh, wert thou here with me,

Gray olive, dark ilex, bright ocean,

The radiant mountains round,

Never for love’s devotion

Were sweeter lodging found!