They fly, yet notice not how fast they fly;
But by the time the dewless meads reveal
The fervent sun’s ascension in the sky,
Lo, towered Jerusalem salutes the eye!
A thousand pointing fingers tell the tale;
“Jerusalem!” a thousand voices cry,
“All hail, Jerusalem!” hill, down, and dale
Catch the glad sounds, and shout, “Jerusalem, all hail!”
—Tasso (Jerusalem, Canto iii).
[1147-1189 A.D.]