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In glad excursions; winding back
Rome, February, 1844. NISIDA.
ADY, they told me whilst thou didst sojourn
, Where ocean, earth, air, heaven, make day and night Music together, that thou didst give birth To a dear girl, thine own sweet portraiture ; And there, thy sorrows ended, rising from Thy couch, and from thy lattice leaning forth To drink in renovation from the air, Thine eye glanced o'er the sapphire sea, and fell On the green
island cliff of Nisida. Thy baby was the pilot of thy thoughts: And thy maternal eyes could see no more In things that breathed of freshness and of glory, Than living type of her. Then, half aloud, Thou saidst, “Great Nature prompts me, lovely Isle ; Yes, Nisida I thine own harmonious name My child at the baptismal font shall bear." It was a mother's random thought, conceived And uttered on the instant: but such thoughts,
Like prophecy, from pious germ rise up
Naples, February, 1844.
The Monte Barbaro, volcanic height?" Thus shall I often ask in days to come; And thou wilt answer me with conscious smiles, And words of glad remembrance. And in truth Within the horizon all was beautiful As heart could wish, or earth bestow : we saw A map-like realm of wonders, aye at odds With fable and reality.
Beyond The Monte Nuovo lay the Lucrine, Styx, Avernus, and Fusaro, and the coasts Of mystic Cumæ ; Baiæ and its port; The Mare Morto, and Elysian fields; The triple peak of Ischia, fiery once ; And in the south, Miseno, classic cape, Dowered through all ages with a lasting name. Here lay thy ancient mole, Puteoli; There, in the distance, Capri ; Nisida Hard by, and Solfatara: o'er the bay Sorrento, and the snow-clad craggy peaks
Above Castelamare; whence the eye
What to thee
Yet the scene For thee had young delights, that of themselves Came flocking: glanced thine eye from shore to sea,