Listen, listen, Mary mine,
To the whisper of the Apennine,
It bursts on the roof like the thunder’s roar,
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He continues to amaze me with the pure beauty of his verse. I wish he had lived longer- think of the poetry he could have written from his thirtieth year to possibly his sixtieth year. We've been robbed of possibly thirty years of his poetry.
.............beautifully penned and written very nicely ★