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ideal shades are the gardens which live unchanging in 

 many a painted picture within the heart. Real and 

 not less ideal, is the remembrance of the gardens we 

 have seen ; seen once, it may be, and never since for- 

 gotten, lovely as truth, crystal clear as a poet's 

 thought are the earthly Edens our eyes have beheld 

 in the years that are past. How can we forget the 

 gardens of queenly Genoa in the days before she was 

 discrowned of Florence, of Rome and Albano and 

 Tivoli? 



"In all Italy, the land of flowers, the garden of the 

 world, there are no gardens more stately, nor any 

 nobler cypress trees than at Villa d'Este of Tivoli. 

 In the spring by the straight smooth ways under the 

 ilexes and cypresses all sunshine, the golden day is 

 made rosy wherever anon the red Judas trees shower 

 down their bloom. Marble stairs lead up through 

 terraced heights to paved walks under Palazzo walls. 

 There, the air is faint with rich fragrance of the 

 orange trees. The lofty spires of ancient cypresses 

 reach up above the topmost terrace ; far below in the 

 garden between their dark ranks sparkle the upspring- 

 ing fountains. Beyond, above the tallest cypresses 

 rise brown crumbling walls of the old town, piled up 

 with open loggia and arched gates and overshadowing 

 roofs; and high over these, great barren hills crowned 

 with ruined fortresses and shattered keeps. To the 

 west rolls out the ocean of the wide Campagna, 

 undulating far away where Rome is lost in the sunset. 

 Dream on ! until you sigh with the wondrous sweetness 



