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We came to Italy. I felt / A yearning for its sunny sky; / My very spirit seem'd to melt / As swept its first warm breezes by. / WILLIS.
An early morning in Italy! Who that from experience has not enjoyed -- can / realise the conception, much less describe, the luxurious delight of the / first hours of a summer morning in that radiant climate.