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A SACRED COMEDY IN FLORENCE
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The Poems of Richard Watson Gilder | ||
A SACRED COMEDY IN FLORENCE
IN WHICH TAKES PART A CERTAIN STATUE ON THE FAÇADE OF THE DUOMO
Lonely Pope upon his throne,Cold in marble, high in air,
On the Duomo's checkered front—
Benediction, as is wont,
Falling from his saintly face
Down upon the clattering square:
Falls, to-day, a special grace,
For, in fact, he 's not alone—
Solemn Pope upon his throne,
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To those priestly fingers there,
Lifted o'er the peopled square,
A purple pigeon sudden flits,
Lightly 'lights and lingering sits.
By the Baptistery gates,
Where I stand, I can but smile,
Thinking that the potentate's
Lips are curving, too, the while;
And I wonder what the bird
Said that Papa, smiling, heard.
The Poems of Richard Watson Gilder | ||