Italia

ITALIA! thou art fallen, though with sheen
  Of battle-spears thy clamorous armies stride
  From the north Alps to the Sicilian tide!
Ay! fallen, though the nations hail thee Queen
Because rich gold in every town is seen,
  And on thy sapphire lake in tossing pride
  Of wind-filled vans thy myriad galleys ride
Beneath one flag of red and white and green.
O Fair and Strong! O Strong and Fair in vain!
  Look southward where Rome's desecrated town
  Lies mourning for her God-anointed King!
Look heaven-ward! shall God allow this thing?
  Nay! but some flame-girt Raphael shall come down,
  And smite the Spoiler with the sword of pain.
-Oscar Wilde, (1854-1900)
Poem from Rosa Mystica, 1881

from Project Gutenberg (public domain)


Other works from the Rosa Mystica:

Ave Maria plena Gratia
Easter Day
E Tenebris
Madonna Mia
The New Helen
Requiescat
Rome Unvisited
San Miniato
Sonnet on approaching Italy
Sonnet on hearing the Dies Iræ sung in the Sistine Chapel
Sonnet written in Holy Week at Genoa
Urbs Sacra Æterna
Vita nuova

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