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55
AT BAVENO
HÔTEL BELLE-VUE
I know a palace builded by a lake
That trembles sapphire to the garden wall;
There, till late morn and earliest evening fall,
The nightingale sings clear to hearts that ache.
There the magnolia blooms, the palm-trees shake
From ivory sheathes their golden flowers, and all
Azaleas come for May-tide festival,
And in cool shade their swift surprises make.
That trembles sapphire to the garden wall;
There, till late morn and earliest evening fall,
The nightingale sings clear to hearts that ache.
There the magnolia blooms, the palm-trees shake
From ivory sheathes their golden flowers, and all
Azaleas come for May-tide festival,
And in cool shade their swift surprises make.
There broods above the place a calm divine,
The breath of guardian spirits haunts the air;
There, when the night on Motterone sleeps,
And Pescatori's lamps no longer flare,
I hear the sound that tells from some far shrine
How Prayer her watch unintermittent keeps.
The breath of guardian spirits haunts the air;
There, when the night on Motterone sleeps,
And Pescatori's lamps no longer flare,
I hear the sound that tells from some far shrine
How Prayer her watch unintermittent keeps.
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