Poems (Botta)/To - (9)

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TO ——.


Thou dost not dwell in this dark world of ours, Where sorrow, want, and crime, and misery reign; Where famine stalks; where war’s dread tempest lowers; Where stands the scaffold, and where clanks the chain.

But far upon the future’s unreached shore, The promised land to be our heritage; There thou, in trancéd visions, dost restore The vanished glories of the Golden Age.