That henceforth no man’s breath,
Saying “Italy,” but saith
In that most sovereign word thine equal name;
Nor can one speak of thee
But he saith “Italy,”
Seeing in two suns one co-eternal flame;
One heat, one heaven, one heart, one fire,
One light, one love, one benediction, one desire.
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Blest above praise and prayer
And incense of men’s air,
Thy place is higher than where such voices rise
As in men’s temples make
Music for some vain sake,
This God’s or that God’s, in one weary wise;
Thee the soul silent, the shut heart,
The locked lips of the spirit praise thee that thou art.
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Yea, for man’s whole life’s length,
And with man’s whole soul’s strength,
We praise thee, O holy, and bless thee, O mother of lights;
And send forth as on wings
The world’s heart’s thanksgivings,
Song-birds to sing thy days through and thy nights;
And wrap thee around and arch thee above
With the air of benediction and the heaven of love.
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And toward thee our unbreathed words
Fly speechless, winged as birds,
As the Indian flock, children of Paradise,
The winged things without feet,
Fed with God’s dew for meat,
That live in the air and light of the utter skies;
So fleet, so flying a footless flight,
With wings for feet love seeks thee, to partake thy sight.
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Love like a clear sky spread
Bends over thy loved head,
As a new heaven bends over a new-born earth,
When the old night’s womb is great
With young stars passionate
And fair new planets fiery-fresh from birth;
And moon-white here, there hot like Mars,
Souls that are worlds shine on thee, spirits that are stars.