You by the Arno shape your marble dream, <br />Under the cypress and the olive trees, <br />While I, this side the wild wind-beaten seas, <br />Unrestful by the Charles's placid stream, <br />Long once again to catch the golden gleam <br />Of Brunelleschi's dome, and lounge at ease <br />In those pleached gardens and fair galleries. <br />And yet perchance you envy me, and deem <br />My star the happier, since it holds me here. <br />Even so one time, beneath the cypresses, <br />My heart turned longingly across the sea <br />To these familiar fields and woodlands dear, <br />And I had given all Titian's goddesses <br />For one poor cowslip or anemone.<br /><br />Thomas Bailey Aldrich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-l-t-in-florence-2/
