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Italian Campagna 1309 the open road Bah I h

Italian Campagna 1309 the open road
Bah! I have sung women in three cities
But it is all the same
And I will sing of the sun.
Lips words and you snare them
Dreams words and they are as jewels
Strange spells of old deity
Ravens nights allurement
And they are not
Having become the souls of song.
Eyes dreams lips and the night goes.
Being upon the road once more
They are not.
Forgetful in their towers of our tuneing
Once for wind runeing
They dream us toward and
Sighing say "Would Cino
Passionate Cino of the wrinkling eyes
Gay Cino of quick laughter
Cino of the dare the jibe.
Frail Cino strongest of his tribe
That tramp old ways beneath the sun light
Would Cino of the Luth were here!"
Once twice a year
Vaguely thus word they
"Cino?" "Oh eh Cino Polnesi
The singer is't you mean?"
"Ah yes passed once our way
A saucy fellow but . . .
Oh they are all one these vagabonds
Peste! 'tis his own songs?
Or some other's that he sings?
But *you* My Lord how with your city?"
My you "My Lord " God's pity!
And all I knew were out My Lord you
Were Lack land Cino e'en as I am
O Sinistro.
I have sung women in three cities.
But it is all one.
I will sing of the sun.
. . . eh? . . . they mostly had grey eyes
But it is all one I will sing of the sun.
"'Pollo Phoibee old tin pan you
Glory to Zeus' aegis day
Shield o' steel blue th' heaven o'er us
Hath for boss thy lustre gay!
'Pollo Phoibee to our way fare
Make thy laugh our wander lied
Bid thy 'flugence bear away care.
Cloud and rain tears pass they fleet!
Seeking e'er the new laid rast way
To the gardens of the sun . . .
I have sung women in theree cities
But it is all one.
I will sing of the white birds
In the blue waters of heaven
The clouds that are spray to its sea." .

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