06.05.2009, 06:04
DESENZANO.
From dust and travel of the Brescian way
Who rests at Desenzano, shall behold
A little trading port, with steamers bold
To tempt Benacus, fair or stormy day ;
And the great Alps, and sail-uplifting bay,
Shut from the world save it those wings unfold ;
And Sirmio, to whose cliffs Catullus told
His greeting, in that simple mighty lay,
Enduring as the waters ; that from out
A thousand springs in the cold hills between
Camonica and Garda gather here * ;
Through the blue smoke of whose tumultuous rout,
Two prophet forms, one gloomier, one serene,
The guider, and the guided, oft appear.
From dust and travel of the Brescian way
Who rests at Desenzano, shall behold
A little trading port, with steamers bold
To tempt Benacus, fair or stormy day ;
And the great Alps, and sail-uplifting bay,
Shut from the world save it those wings unfold ;
And Sirmio, to whose cliffs Catullus told
His greeting, in that simple mighty lay,
Enduring as the waters ; that from out
A thousand springs in the cold hills between
Camonica and Garda gather here * ;
Through the blue smoke of whose tumultuous rout,
Two prophet forms, one gloomier, one serene,
The guider, and the guided, oft appear.