
Vittoria Colonna Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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Once more, once more, Inarime,
  I see thy purple hills!—once more
I hear the billows of the bay
  Wash the white pebbles on thy shore.
High o'er the sea-surge and the sands,
  Like a great galleon wrecked and cast
Ashore by storms, thy castle stands,
  A mouldering landmark of the Past.
Upon its terrace-walk I see
  A phantom gliding to and fro;
It is Colonna,—it is she
  Who lived and loved so long ago.
Pescara's beautiful young wife,
  The type of perfect womanhood,
Whose life was love, the life of life,
  That time and change and death withstood.
For death, that breaks the marriage band
  In others, only closer pressed
The wedding-ring upon her hand
  And closer locked and barred her breast.
She knew the life-long martyrdom,
  The weariness, the endless pain
Of waiting for some one to come
  Who nevermore would come again.
  I see thy purple hills!—once more
I hear the billows of the bay
  Wash the white pebbles on thy shore.
High o'er the sea-surge and the sands,
  Like a great galleon wrecked and cast
Ashore by storms, thy castle stands,
  A mouldering landmark of the Past.
Upon its terrace-walk I see
  A phantom gliding to and fro;
It is Colonna,—it is she
  Who lived and loved so long ago.
Pescara's beautiful young wife,
  The type of perfect womanhood,
Whose life was love, the life of life,
  That time and change and death withstood.
For death, that breaks the marriage band
  In others, only closer pressed
The wedding-ring upon her hand
  And closer locked and barred her breast.
She knew the life-long martyrdom,
  The weariness, the endless pain
Of waiting for some one to come
  Who nevermore would come again.
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