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Oscar Wilde - Salve Saturnia Tellus
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I reached the Alps: the soul within me burned 
Italia, my Italia, at thy name: 
And when from out the mountain`s heart I came 
And saw the land for which my life had yearned, 
I laughed as one who some great prize had earned: 
And musing on the story of thy fame 
I watched the day, till marked with wounds of flame 
The turquoise sky to burnished gold was turned 
The pine-trees waved as waves a woman`s hair, 
And in the orchards every twining spray 
Was breaking into flakes of blossoming foam: 
But when I knew that far away at Rome 
In evil bonds a second Peter lay, 
I wept to see the land so very fair.
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