<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=409851" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Vittoria Colonna</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Once more, once more, Inarimé,<br>I see thy purple hills!--once more<br>I hear the billows of the bay<br>Wash the white pebbles on thy shore. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">High o'er the sea-surge and the sands,<br>Like a great galleon wrecked and cast<br>Ashore by storms, thy castle stands,<br>A mouldering landmark of the Past. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Upon its terrace-walk I see<br>A phantom gliding to and fro;<br>It is Colonna,--it is she<br>Who lived and loved so long ago. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Pescara's beautiful young wife,<br>The type of perfect womanhood,<br>Whose life was love, the life of life,<br>That time and change and death withstood. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">For death, that breaks the marriage band<br>In others, only closer pressed<br>The wedding-ring upon her hand<br>And closer locked and barred her breast. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">She knew the life-long martyrdom,<br>The weariness, the endless pain<br>Of waiting for some one to come<br>Who nevermore would come again. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The shadows of the chestnut trees,<br>The odor of the orange blooms,<br>The song of birds, and, more than these,<br>The silence of deserted rooms; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The respiration of the sea,<br>The soft caresses of the air,<br>All things in nature seemed to be<br>But ministers of her despair; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Till the o'erburdened heart, so long<br>Imprisoned in itself, found vent<br>And voice in one impassioned song<br>Of inconsolable lament. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then as the sun, though hidden from sight,<br>Transmutes to gold the leaden mist,<br>Her life was interfused with light,<br>From realms that, though unseen, exist, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Inarimé! Inarimé!<br>Thy castle on the crags above<br>In dust shall crumble and decay,<br>But not the memory of her love.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Henry+Wadsworth+Longfellow">Henry Wadsworth Longfellow</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=409851" data-title="Vittoria Colonna de Henry Wadsworth Longfellow" data-description="Once more, once more, Inarimé, I see thy purple hills!--once more I hear the billows of the bay Wash the white pebbles on thy shore. High o'er the sea-surge and the sands, Like a great galleon wrecked and cast Ashore by storms, thy castle stand..."></div> </div> </div>

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