"It is the mid-May sun that, rayless and peacefully gleaming, Out of its night’s short prison this blessed of lands is redeeming; It is the fire evoked from the hearts of the citron and orange, So that they hang, like lamps of the day, translucently beaming; It is the veinless water, and air unsoiled by a vapor, Save what, out of the fulness of life, from the valley is steaming; It is the olive that smiles, even he, the sad growth of the moonlight, Over the flowers, whose breasts triple-folded with odors are teeming;— Yes, it is these bright births that to me are a shame and an anguish; They are alive and awake,—I dream, and know I am dreaming; I cannot bathe my soul in this ocean of passion and beauty,— Not one dewdrop is on me of all that about me is streaming; O, I am thirsty for life,—I pant for the freshness of nature, Bound in the world’s dead sleep, dried up by its treacherous seeming."
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Poems, Vol. 1 (London: Edward Moxon, 1838), pp. 68–69
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Amalfi
is a town and comune in the province of Salerno, in the region of Campania, Italy, on the Gulf of Salerno. It lies at the mouth of a deep ravine, at the foot of Monte Cerreto (1,315 metres, 4,314 feet), surrounded by dramatic cliffs and coastal scenery. The town of Amalfi was the capital of the maritime republic known as the Duchy of Amalfi, an important trading power in the Mediterranean between 839 and around 1200.
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