Shakespare in Italy
Beyond our shores, past Alps and Appennines,
Shakespeare, from heaven came thy creative breath,
Mid citron groves and over-arching vines
Thy genius wept at Desdemona's death.
In the proud sire thou badest anger cease
And Juliet by her Romeo sleep in peace;
Then rose thy voice above the stormy sea,
And Ariel flew from Prospero to thee.
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