Genoa and the Mediterranean (March, 1887)

Thomas Hardy, was a Scottish Minister, Moderator of the General Assembly of the Church of Scotland and Professor of Eccesiastical History at Edinburgh University.






O epic-famed, god-haunted Central Sea,
  Heave careless of the deep wrong done to thee
When from Torino's track I saw thy face first flash on me.

  And multimarbled Genova the Proud,
  Gleam all unconscious how, wide-lipped, up-browed,
I first beheld thee clad--not as the Beauty but the Dowd.

  Out from a deep-delved way my vision lit
  On housebacks pink, green, ochreous--where a slit
Shoreward 'twixt row and row revealed the classic blue through it.

  And thereacross waved fishwives' high-hung smocks,
  Chrome kerchiefs, scarlet hose, darned underfrocks;
Since when too oft my dreams of thee, O Queen, that frippery mocks:

  Whereat I grieve, Superba! . . . Afterhours
  Within Palazzo Doria's orange bowers
Went far to mend these marrings of thy soul-subliming powers.

  But, Queen, such squalid undress none should see,
  Those dream-endangering eyewounds no more be
Where lovers first behold thy form in pilgrimage to thee.

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