Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, ed. Poems of Places: An Anthology in 31 Volumes.
Italy: Vols. XI–XIII. 1876–79.



By Lord Byron (1788–1824)

(From Don Juan)

SWEET hour of twilight! in the solitude

Of the pine forest, and the silent shore

Which bounds Ravenna’s immemorial wood,

Rooted where once the Adrian wave flowed o’er

To where the last Cæsarean fortress stood,

Evergreen forest; which Boccaccio’s lore

And Dryden’s lay made haunted ground to me,

How have I loved the twilight hour and thee!

The shrill cicalas, people of the pine,

Making their summer lives one ceaseless song,

Where the sole echoes, save my steed’s and mine,

And vesper bells that rose the boughs along:

The spectre huntsman of Onesti’s line,

His hell-dogs and their chase, and the fair throng

Which learned from this example not to fly

From a true lover,—shadowed my mind’s eye.