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On leaving Florence by Starlight
When the first saffron flushed the silver sky
Above the hill where Francis met his friend,
And thro' the homes of sleep—too soon to end—
The Arno like a tranquil dream went by,—
I passed from Florence. One bright star on high
Upon the Vecchio's tower stood still to send
Hope that the power of Heaven with grace would tend
The fortune of that ancient signory—
Above the hill where Francis met his friend,
And thro' the homes of sleep—too soon to end—
The Arno like a tranquil dream went by,—
I passed from Florence. One bright star on high
Upon the Vecchio's tower stood still to send
Hope that the power of Heaven with grace would tend
The fortune of that ancient signory—
There thro' the hushed piazza as I moved
From a bronze tablet on the ground was borne
A voice of exultation, and it cried
‘Savonarola not in vain has died,
Still over Florence burns the star of morn,
The star of Faith and Freedom that he loved.”
From a bronze tablet on the ground was borne
A voice of exultation, and it cried
‘Savonarola not in vain has died,
Still over Florence burns the star of morn,
The star of Faith and Freedom that he loved.”
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