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Robert Laurence Binyon - S. Francesco Del Deserto
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Peace in smooth summer hour
 Paces the seas awhile;
 But Peace has built her tower
 Upon this chosen isle.

 Scarcely a ripple stirs
 In this lone shore`s recess,
 Scarcely a motion blurs
 The mirrored cypresses

 Ranked on a crumbling wall,
 O`er slopes of flowery grass;
 Where their long shadows fall,
 Butterflies gleam and pass.

 The idle sunshine sleeps
 Before a porch; within,
 Cool the white cloister keeps
 Peace that has always been.

 Beyond, a tangled plot
 Of garden and tall trees,
 Soothing its fragrance hot
 In freshness from the seas.

 There young monks slowly pace
 With seldom--lifted eyes,
 With world--unwritten face,
 Not mournful yet nor wise.

 Have they in this fair fold
 Lost the fierce world in truth?
 Or must the storms of old
 Still shake the heart of youth?

 Far in blue northern haze
 The vast Alps glimmer pale,
 Faint through the slumbrous blaze
 Comes the white sea--gull`s wail.
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