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I completely missed the point of this poem, unless it was either that Gilbert admires snooty Europeans or thinks the way Umbrians walk around Americans is of the utmost importance. I might have disliked the poem a little less if it hadn't been so creepy.

I like the simplicity of this poem, which reads as a narrative. I felt I was there, also sitting there, watching this young, modest girl pass by.
It was twilight, and in my mind I can see the writer at a cafe table, with a glass of wine.