Song of the High Hills

The high hills’ song I hear
As I drive on;
Through Tuscany
Amid the fields of green

For it’s been hours, we’ve
Been up since dawn;
That melody
Has drawn us, unforeseen

To ancient places, things,
A distant past:
A harmony
Of nature, and of wine —

The song of the high hills
We hear at last —
Eternally
On ecstasy
To dine

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