"De Gustibus--"
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our ghost will walk, you lover of trees, (If our loves remain) In an English lane,By a cornfield-side a-flutter with poppies.Hark, those two in the hazel coppice--A boy and a girl, if the good fates please, Making love, say,-- The happier they!Draw yourself up from the light of the moon.And let them pass, as they will too soon, With the beanflower's boon, And the blackbird's tune, And May, and June! What I love best in all the worldIs a castle, precipice-encurled,In a gash of the wind-grieved Apennine.Or look for me, old fellow of mine,(If I get my head from out the mouthO' the grave, and loose my spirit's bands,And come again to the land of lands)--In a sea-side house to the farther South,Where the baked cicala dies of drouth,And one sharp tree--'tis a cypress--stands,By the many hundred years red-rusted,Bough iron-spiked, ripe fruit-o'ercrusted,My sentinel to guard the sandsTo the water's edge. For, what expandsBefore the house, but the great opaqueBlue breadth of sea without a break?While, in the house, forever crumblesSome fragment of the frescoed walls,From blisters where a scorpion sprawls.A girl bare-footed brings, and tumblesDown on the pavement, green-flesh melons,And says there's news to-day--the kingWas shot at, touched in the liver-wing,Goes with his Bourbon arm in a sling:--She hopes they have not caught the felons.Italy, my Italy!Queen Mary's saying serves for me-- (When fortune's malice Lost her, Calais)Open my heart and you will seeGraved inside of it, "Italy."Such lovers old are I and she:So it always was, so shall ever be!
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