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Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, ed. Poems of Places: An Anthology in 31 Volumes.
Italy: Vols. XI–XIII. 1876–79.

Florence

Giotto’s Campanile

By Sir Aubrey de Vere (1788–1846)

ENCHASED with precious marbles, pure and rare,

How gracefully it soars, and seems the while

From every polished stage to laugh and smile,

Playing with sportive gleams of lucid air!

Fit resting-place methinks its summit were

For a descended angel! happy isle,

Mid life’s rough sea of sorrow, force, and guile,

For saint of royal race, or vestal fair,

In this seclusion,—call it not a prison,—

Cloistering a bosom innocent and lonely.

O Tuscan Priestess! gladly would I watch

All night one note of thy loud hymn to catch

Sent forth to greet the sun, when first, new-risen,

He shines on that aerial station only!