‘A Dialogue in Fiesole’ by Alfred Austin

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A colloquy between two lovers,  which concludes with the following lines:
Give me your hand; and, if you will, keep mine
Engraffed in yours, as slowly thus we skirt
La Doccia’s dark declivity, and make
Athwart Majano’s pathless pines a path
To lead us onward haply where it may.
Lo ! the Carrara mountains flush to view,
That in the noonday were not visible.
Shall we not fold this comfort to our hearts.
Humbly rejoiced to think as there are heights
Seen only in the sunset, so our lives,
If that they lack not loftiness, may wear
A glow of glory on their furrowed fronts,
Until they faint and fade into the night.

A Dialogue in Fiesole by Alfred Austin

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