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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=473286" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Rome Unvisited</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I.<br> THE corn has turned from grey to red,<br> Since first my spirit wandered forth<br> From the drear cities of the north,<br> And to Italia's mountains fled.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> And here I set my face towards home,<br> For all my pilgrimage is done,<br> Although, methinks, yon blood-red sun<br> Marshals the way to Holy Rome.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> O Blessed Lady, who dost hold<br> Upon the seven hills thy reign!<br> O Mother without blot or stain,<br> Crowned with bright crowns of triple gold!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> O Roma, Roma, at thy feet<br> I lay this barren gift of song!<br> For, ah! the way is steep and long<br> That leads unto thy sacred street.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">   II.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> And yet what joy it were for me<br> To turn my feet unto the south,<br> And journeying towards the Tiber mouth<br> To kneel again at Fiesole!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> And wandering through the tangled pines<br> That break the gold of Arno's stream,<br> To see the purple mist and gleam<br> Of morning on the Apennines.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> By many a vineyard-hidden home,<br> Orchard, and olive-garden grey,<br> Till from the drear Campagna's way<br> The seven hills bear up the dome!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">   III.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> A pilgrim from the northern seas--<br> What joy for me to seek alone<br> The wondrous Temple, and the throne<br> Of Him who holds the awful keys!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> When, bright with purple and with gold,<br> Come priest and holy Cardinal,<br> And borne above the heads of all<br> The gentle Shepherd of the Fold.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> O joy to see before I die<br> The only God-anointed King,<br> And hear the silver trumpets ring<br> A triumph as He passes by!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Or at the altar of the shrine<br> Holds high the mystic sacrifice,<br> And shows a God to human eyes<br> Beneath the veil of bread and wine.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">   IV.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> For lo, what changes time can bring!<br> The cycles of revolving years<br> May free my heart from all its fears,--<br> And teach my lips a song to sing.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Before yon field of trembling gold<br> Is garnered into dusty sheaves,<br> Or ere the autumn's scarlet leaves<br> Flutter as birds adown the wold,</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> I may have run the glorious race,<br> And caught the torch while yet aflame,<br> And called upon the holy name<br> Of Him who now doth hide His face.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Oscar+Wilde">Oscar Wilde</a><div class=q>
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 THE corn has turned from grey to red,
 Since first my spirit wandered forth
 From the drear cities of the north,
 And to Italia's mountains fled.

 And here I set my face towards home,
 For all my pilgrimage is done,
 Although, methinks, yon b..."></div>
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