Oscar Wilde

Here you will find the Poem Italia of poet Oscar Wilde


ITALIA! thou art fallen, though with sheen
 Of battle-spears thy clamorous armies stride
 From the north Alps to the Sicilian tide!
 Ay! fallen, though the nations hail thee Queen
 Because rich gold in every town is seen,
 And on thy sapphire lake in tossing pride
 Of wind-filled vans thy myriad galleys ride
 Beneath one flag of red and white and green.
 O Fair and Strong! O Strong and Fair in vain!
 Look southward where Rome's desecrated town
 Lies mourning for her God-anointed King!
 Look heaven-ward! shall God allow this thing?
 Nay! but some flame-girt Raphael shall come down,
 And smite the Spoiler with the sword of pain.