And now I come, my Italy,... «Aurora Leigh»
innashpitzberg21 мая 2013And now I come, my Italy, My own hills! Are you 'ware of me, my hills, How I burn toward you? do you feel tonight The urgency and yearning of my soul,
As sleeping mothers feel the sucking babe And smile?--Nay, not so much as when in heat Vain lightnings catch at your inviolate tops And tremble while ye are steadfast. Still ye go Your own determined, calm, indifferent way Toward sunrise, shade by shade, and light by light, Of all the grand progression nought left out, As if God verily made you for yourselves And would not interrupt your life with ours.
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