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IN HADRIAN'S VILLA
I
I stand amid a world of shattered walls
In the great shadow of eternal Wings,
Where human lives, and man's fast-fleeting things
Shrink into insect size and Time appals.
And in these rock-like tesselated halls
Where wild birds sing 'mid ilex murmurings,
While dance the sun-flecks that some stone-pine flings,
I pick the violets that the young spring calls.
In the great shadow of eternal Wings,
Where human lives, and man's fast-fleeting things
Shrink into insect size and Time appals.
And in these rock-like tesselated halls
Where wild birds sing 'mid ilex murmurings,
While dance the sun-flecks that some stone-pine flings,
I pick the violets that the young spring calls.
The tiny cubes of white mosaic strew
The ground like dice, which unremembered Years
On Death's forgotten board for empire threw;
And all around, the hills, in dreamy tiers
Stand as when Hadrian watched them, faint and blue
And reck not of man's useless hopes and fears.
The ground like dice, which unremembered Years
On Death's forgotten board for empire threw;
And all around, the hills, in dreamy tiers
Stand as when Hadrian watched them, faint and blue
And reck not of man's useless hopes and fears.
E.
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