The glad moon walks—and robes with silver light
Thy vintage-smiling hills; and valleys fair,
Studded with domes and olive groves, send up
To heaven the incense of a thousand flowers.
Thou, Florence, first didst hear the song divine
That cheered the Ghibelline’s indignant flight;[7]
And thou the parents and sweet tongue didst give
To him, the chosen of Calliope,[8]
Who Love with purest veil adorning—Love
That went unrobed in elder Greece and Rome—