Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, ed. Poems of Places: An Anthology in 31 Volumes.
Italy: Vols. XI–XIII. 1876–79.
The Clian Hill
By Bessie Rayner Parkes (18291925)O
(Fair hills and nobly crowned!)
I love the Cœlian Hill the most,
And think it holy ground.
And here was Gregory’s cell;
The heart by honors sorely tried
Remembered it right well;—
The British cross on high,
He, like a sailor turned from shore,
Looked backward with a sigh,
The Church from east to west,
He thought of all the Christian land
This Cœlian Hill the best.
But Rome from hence doth wear
Peculiar brightness in the sky
And beauty in the air.
The winding walks are still,
And quietly the perfumed breeze
Creeps o’er the Cœlian Hill.
The passing hours of prayer,
They give the only hints that time
Has marked its progress there.
Have filled the place with rest,
The centuries with silent feet
Have touched its leafy crest;
Himself would scarcely know
That past of his was buried deep
A thousand years ago!