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I. ST. PETER'S BY MOONLIGHT.
Low hung the moon when first I stood in Rome:Midway she seemed attracted from her sphere
On those twin Fountains shining broad and clear
Whose floods not mindless of their mountain home
Rise there in clouds of rainbow mist and foam.
That hour fulfilled the dream of many a year:
Through that thin veil with joy akin to fear
The steps I saw, the pillars, last the dome.
A spiritual Empire there embodied stood:
The Roman Church there met me face to face:
Ages sealed up of evil and of good
Slept in that circling colonnade's embrace.
Alone I stood, a stranger and alone,
Changed by that stony miracle to stone.
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