I Reached The Alps: The Soul Within Me Burned, Italia, My Italia, At Thy Name: And When From Out The Mountain'S Heart I Came And Saw The Land For Which My Life Had Yearned, I Laughed As One Who Some Great Prize Had Earned: And Musing On The Marvel Of Thy Fame I Watched The Day, Till Marked With Wounds Of Flame The Turquoise Sky To Burnished Gold Was Turned. The Pine-Trees Waved As Waves A Woman'S Hair, And In The Orchards Every Twining Spray Was Breaking Into Flakes Of Blossoming Foam: But When I Knew That Far Away At Rome In Evil Bonds A Second Peter Lay, I Wept To See The Land So Very Fair. Turin.