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A ROMAN LAKE
We stood by Nemi's lake, where, seen by none,
Tiberius' galley lies, half changed to coal,
Hid in deep fathoms, while the ages roll
Over the waters slowly, one by one.
We stood there by the lake and watched the sun
Pour purple like red wine into a bowl,
Until the hills grew wan, as when the soul
Parts from the body and its day is done.
Tiberius' galley lies, half changed to coal,
Hid in deep fathoms, while the ages roll
Over the waters slowly, one by one.
We stood there by the lake and watched the sun
Pour purple like red wine into a bowl,
Until the hills grew wan, as when the soul
Parts from the body and its day is done.
Oh, who can tell what lieth deep below
The Future's surface, whether grey and cold,
Or flushed with purple, like the even's glow?
We can but drink to hope scarce one day old,
In such red wine as Hesperus pours now
From his eternal amphora of gold.
The Future's surface, whether grey and cold,
Or flushed with purple, like the even's glow?
We can but drink to hope scarce one day old,
In such red wine as Hesperus pours now
From his eternal amphora of gold.
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