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O'er the Campagna it is dim warm weather; / The Spring comes with a full heart silently, / And many thoughts; a faint flash of the sea / Divides two mists; straight falls the falling feather.
With wild Spring meanings hill and plain together / Grow pale, or just flush with a dust of flowers. / Rome in the ages, dimmed with all her towers, / Floats in the midst, a little cloud at tether.
I fain would put my hands about thy face, / Thou with thy thoughts, who art another Spring, / And draw thee to me like a mournful child.
Thou lookest on me from another place; / I touch not this day's secret, nor the thing / That in the silence makes thy sweet eyes wild.