THE RIVER ARNO BY THE ARNO THE oleander on the wall Grows crimson in the dawning night, Though the gay shadows of the light Lie yet on Florence like a pall. The dew is bright upon the hill, And bright the blossoms overhead, But ah! the grasshoppers have fled, The little Attic song is still. Only the leaves are gently stirred The day will make thee silent soon, Before across the silent lawn In sea-green mist the morning steals, And to love's frightened eyes reveals The long white fingers of the dawn Fast climbing up the eastern sky To grasp and slay the shuddering night, All careless of my heart's delight, Or if the nightingale should die. OSCAR WILDE. VALLOMBROSA VALLOMBROSA THICK as autumnal leaves that strow the brooks In Vallombrosa, where the Etrurian shades, High overarched, embower. JOHN MILTON. VALLOMBROSA AND Vallombrosa, we went to see Last June, beloved companion,—where sublime The mountains live in holy families, And the slow pine-woods ever climb and climb Half up their breasts; just stagger as they seize Some gray crag,-drop back with it many a time, And straggle blindly down the precipice! The Vallombrosan brooks were strewn as thick That June-day, knee-deep, with dead beechen leaves, As Milton saw them ere his heart grew sick, And his eyes blind. I think the monks and beeves Are all the same too: scarce they have changed the wick On good St. Gualbert's altar, which receives The convent's pilgrims; and the pool in front Wherein the hill-stream trout are cast, to wait The beatific vision, and the grunt Used at refectory, keeps its weedy state, The measure of their steps. O waterfalls Of life in the sunbeams,-till we cannot dare think Your beauty and your glory helped to fill The cup of Milton's soul so to the brink, The fresh well-water. Satisfied by this, ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING. VALLOMBROSA English wanderer, where Etruria sings to thee Each clear stream with its beech-leaf burden brings to thee Days long flown, wherein Milton wandered there. Scenes youth lit for his ardour and his purity Age raised up when his outer eye was dim: Vallombrosa, thy name through all futurity Blends sweet tones with a sweeter tone from him. ERNEST MYERS. |