I fear thee, knowing what thou art
Yet I adore thee; take my heart
I am thy lover, Italy!
SUNDAY IN LIGURIA
This is the Sabbath day, the day of rest,
That breathes so gently in this quiet place,
With such insistent peace that for a space
The silver olives on the mountain’s crest
Forget to whisper, folded in the grace
Of lengthening shadows gathered from the noon.