I reached the Alps: the soul within me burned <br />Italia, my Italia, at thy name: <br />And when from out the mountain's heart I came <br />And saw the land for which my life had yearned, <br />I laughed as one who some great prize had earned: <br />And musing on the story of thy fame <br />I watched the day, till marked with wounds of flame <br />The turquoise sky to burnished gold was turned <br />The pine-trees waved as waves a woman's hair, <br />And in the orchards every twining spray <br />Was breaking into flakes of blossoming foam: <br />But when I knew that far away at Rome <br />In evil bonds a second Peter lay, <br />I wept to see the land so very fair.<br /><br />Oscar Wilde<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/salve-saturnia-tellus/
