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XIX. A MORNING AT SALERNO.
Our hearts heaved slowly as that deep blue floodAlong whose marge we paced. More darkly blue,
Through lines of poplars gleaming on our view,
The violet crescent of the mountains stood:
Unblemished morning, shy as Maidenhood,
Rose blushing from the waves, and round us threw
A gradual halo, reddening through its dew
The silvery greenness of the willow wood—
Small clouds unnumbered swollen with golden glories
Swam in succession long of lucent fleeces
O'er all the ocean-isles and promontories;—
That old-world Faith, which sees whate'er it pleases,
Had deemed Saint Agnes up the heavenly Eden
Her mild immaculate flock was gently leading!
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