Memorials Of A Tour In Italy, 1837 - VIII. - Near Rome, In Sight Of St. Peter's
Long has the dew been dried on tree and lawn: O'er man and beast a not unwelcome boon Is shed, the languor of approaching noon; To shady rest withdrawing or withdrawn Mute are all creatures, as this couchant fawn, Save insect-swarms that hum in air afloat, Save that the Cock is crowing, a shrill note, Startling and shrill as that which roused the dawn. Heard in that hour, or when, as now, the nerve Shrinks from the note as from a mistimed thing, Oft for a holy warning may it serve, Charged with remembrance of 'his' sudden sting, His bitter tears, whose name the Papal Chair And yon resplendent Church are proud to bear.
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