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Sunrise at Castel di Poggio
High o'er the castle tower, and round and round
With leathern wings those fugitives from day,
The whispering bats, rejoiced in tremulous play,
And from the sleepy forest came no sound.
Soft was the air, but all Val d'Arno's bound
Was filled with sudden winter; far away
White Arctic icefloe held unwonted sway
With minished hills of purple beauty crowned.
With leathern wings those fugitives from day,
The whispering bats, rejoiced in tremulous play,
And from the sleepy forest came no sound.
Soft was the air, but all Val d'Arno's bound
Was filled with sudden winter; far away
White Arctic icefloe held unwonted sway
With minished hills of purple beauty crowned.
Red-gold and saffron, wondrous, bar on bar,
Brightened above the hills of Casentine,
And slowly rose the sun, so slow, the fawn
Felt not its shadow on the dewy lawn;
And still as dark as midnight stood the pine,
And still o'er Vallombrosa hung one star.
Brightened above the hills of Casentine,
And slowly rose the sun, so slow, the fawn
Felt not its shadow on the dewy lawn;
And still as dark as midnight stood the pine,
And still o'er Vallombrosa hung one star.
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