FOR thee, Ansonia! Nature's bounteous hand, <br />Luxuriant spreads around her blooming stores; <br />Profusion laughs o'er all the glowing land, <br />And softest breezes from thy myrtle-shores. <br /> <br />Yet though for thee, unclouded suns diffuse <br />Their genial radiance o'er thy blushing plains; <br />Though in thy fragrant groves the sportive muse <br />Delights to pour her wild, enchanted strains; <br /> <br />Though airs that breathe of paradise are thine, <br />Sweet as the Indian, or Arabian gales; <br />Though fruitful olive and empurpling vine, <br />Enrich, fair Italy! thy Alpine vales; <br />Yet far from thee inspiring freedom flies, <br />To Albion's coast and ever-varying skies!<br /><br />Felicia Dorothea Hemans<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-to-italy/
