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.
Poem from Rosa Mystica
from Project Gutenberg (public domain)
Other works from the Rosa Mystica
Ave Maria plena Gratia
The New Helen
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