Sirmio

Little gem of all-but-islands and of islands, Sirmio,
Whether set in landlocked waters, or in Ocean's freer flow —
Oh the pleasant seeing of thee, bright as ever — there below —
Far behind me, to the Northward, lie the dreamy lands of snow.
Oh the hour of mad rejoicing, oh the sweet good-bye to woe
As with quiet soul aweary of world-wandering to and fro
In we hurry through the doorway of our home of long ago. . . .
Hail then, hail ! Thy master welcome, welcome him, sweet Sirmio,
Leap for joy, ye tumbling waters, winking at the summer's glow,
Gaily through the house resounding let the peals of laughter go—