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Life is a fleeting moment, snatched—and given
So I might feel my Spirit could not filee
The Apennines: Florence. Apostrophe to Italy; illustrious men
Fiesole : Apostrophe to Nature : to the Air. The Vale of Arno, and
If thou wert aught, Time-hallowed phantom, Muse! Save the creation of immortal mind, Here, throned apart, thy temple would'st thou choose : Oh! never on Parnassus' heights enshrined, 'Mid Ida's woods, or Delphic shades reclined, Was a sublimer, worthier Altar thine Than where I stand, companion of the Wind, Cloud-folded on the stormy APENNINE !Than where I feel thee linked with Nature's life and II.
Else, wherefore, Vision of the Soul! wert thou
Thou, who her gentler communings would'st share, The vale, or brooklet seek, and thou shalt find her there!
Stand—for unseen beneath a world lies shrouded :
Now, through its yawning gorges spreading wide, Like smoke whose eddying palls those rocky cauldrons