Gold
(AFTER GIOVANNI PASCOLI) At bedtime, when the sunset fire was red One cypress turned to gold beneath its touch. "Sleep now, my little son," the mother said; "In God's high garden all the trees are such." Then did the child in his bright dream behold Branches of gold, trees, forests all of gold.
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"(AFTER GIOVANNI PASCOLI)..."
Exploring the themes of classic, Henry John Newbolt, Sir delivers a powerful performance in "Gold"... ### Why We Love This Line At Linespedia, we believe that poetry is the ultimate sanctuary for the soul...