05.05.2009, 18:36
A WAY-SIDE LANDSCAPE IN ITALY.
Easter Eggs.
There stands a fortress by a Roman way,
With battered base, and dark imperious towers ;
And massy grates that scorned the irregular powers,
Colonna, or Savelli, in their day;
But ilexes with foreheads round and grey,
Grow now upon the moat; and slanting showers
Chase sunshine through the open gate ; with flowers
The windows high above are bright and gay.
For 'tis the vernal time, when in the woods
Springs the ranunculus; and the holy tide
Of Easter comes, by rituals led along;
And in the streets go flocking multitudes,
With painted eggs, of many a colour pied;
But not so motley as the moving throng.
Easter Eggs.
There stands a fortress by a Roman way,
With battered base, and dark imperious towers ;
And massy grates that scorned the irregular powers,
Colonna, or Savelli, in their day;
But ilexes with foreheads round and grey,
Grow now upon the moat; and slanting showers
Chase sunshine through the open gate ; with flowers
The windows high above are bright and gay.
For 'tis the vernal time, when in the woods
Springs the ranunculus; and the holy tide
Of Easter comes, by rituals led along;
And in the streets go flocking multitudes,
With painted eggs, of many a colour pied;
But not so motley as the moving throng.