Sonnet on Approaching ItalyI reached the Alps: the soul within me burned,Italia, my Italia, at thy name:And when from out the mountain's heart I cameAnd saw the land for which my life had yearned,I laughed as one who some great prize had earned:And musing on the marvel of thy fameI watched the day, till marked with wounds of flameThe turquoise sky to burnished gold was turned.

The pine-trees waved as waves a woman's hair,And in the orchards every twining sprayWas breaking into flakes of blossoming foam:But when I knew that far away at RomeIn evil bonds a second Peter lay,I wept to see the land so very fair.

Turin临近意大利吟商籁我抵达阿尔卑斯：我的灵魂开始燃烧，意大利，我的意大利，为你的芳名：我来自山脉的腹地深处，看到我生命眷恋的那一片土地，我开怀大笑仿佛赢得大奖的中彩者：默念你令人惊叹的显赫名声，我注视白昼，直到绿松石的天空烙上火焰的伤痕，变成辉煌的金色。

松树波浪般涌动仿佛女人的长发，果园里每一根缠卷的树枝正在伸入盛开如波浪的花瓣：但是，当我获知在远方的罗马第二个彼得身陷邪恶的桎梏，我含泪看到的土地却这般美好。

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