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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
IN TUSCANY: STRAMBOTTI: 3, by CORA RANDALL FABBRI First Line: At lucca, in my garden, night comes bringing Last Line: And dream, awake, of things that never were. | |||
At Lucca, in my garden, night comes bringing The sweetest nightingales that ever were. I hear them first so very softly singing To make among the leaves a little stir; But later, when the round white moon is flinging The cool gray shadows on each side of her, I hear their songs through all the silence ringing, And dream, awake, of things that never were. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A THOUGHT by CORA RANDALL FABBRI A WINTER PIECE by CORA RANDALL FABBRI ABSENCE by CORA RANDALL FABBRI AN OLD MAID by CORA RANDALL FABBRI DECEPTION by CORA RANDALL FABBRI DIED YOUNG by CORA RANDALL FABBRI HEART SONGS by CORA RANDALL FABBRI IN TUSCANY: A SEA-SPELL by CORA RANDALL FABBRI IN TUSCANY: ANITA by CORA RANDALL FABBRI |
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