BOOK III
CHAPTER I.
“Dost know the land where citrons, lemons, grow,
Gold oranges ‘neath dusky foliage glow,
From azure sky are blowing breezes soft,
The myrtles still, the laurel stands aloft?
‘Tis there! ‘tis there!
I would with thee, O my beloved one, go!
Dost know the house, its roofs do columns bear,
The hall with splendor bright, the chambers glare?
Therein stand marble forms, and look at me:
What is’t, poor child, that they have done to thee?
Dost know that house?
‘Tis there! ‘tis there!
I would with thee, O my protector, go!
Dost know the mount, whose path with clouds is fraught,
Where by the mule through mist the way is sought,
Where dwell in caves the dragon’s ancient brood,
Where falls the rock, and over it the flood,—
Dost know that mount?
‘Tis there! ‘tis t
