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POET, come you haunting here Where streets have stolen up all around, And never a nightingale pours one Full-throated sound?

Drawn from your drowse by the Seven famed Hills, Thought you to find all just the same Here shining, as in hours of old, If you but came?

What will you do in your surprise At seeing that changes wrought in Rome Are wrought yet more on the misty slope One time your home?