Toggle Dropdown Serif Sans-serif Monospaced Dyslexic Bold Italic Font size: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 Mark as read [object Object] Only page of title 111 10 Easy O'er the Campagna it is dim, warm weather; The Spring comes with a full heart silently, And many thoughts; a faint flash of the sea Divides two mists; straight falls the falling feather. With wild Spring meanings hill and plain together Grow pale, or just flush with a dust of flowers. Rome in the ages, dimmed with all her towers, Floats in the midst, a little cloud at tether. I fain would put my hands about thy face, Thou with thy thoughts, who art another Spring, And draw thee to me like a mournful child. Thou lookest on me from another place; I touch not this day's secret, nor the thing That in the silence makes thy soft eyes wild. End of title Sign in to unlock this title Sign in to continue reading, it's free! As an unregistered user you can only read a little bit. Links External resources bookshop Wikipedia Project Gutenberg Goodreads Google Books
I fain would put my hands about thy face, Thou with thy thoughts, who art another Spring, And draw thee to me like a mournful child.
Thou lookest on me from another place; I touch not this day's secret, nor the thing That in the silence makes thy soft eyes wild.
