Italia O Italia thou who hast The fatal gift of beauty.
Italia O Italia thou who hast The fatal gift of beauty.
Thou wert a beautiful thought, and softly bodied forth.
She walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies And all that's best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes Thus mellow'd to that tender light Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
Fills The air around with beauty.
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