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 ROBERT BROWNING

XI

But he looked upon the city, every side,

Far and wide, All the mountains topped with temples, all the glades,

Colonnades, All the causeys, bridges, aqueducts, and then.

XII

When I do come, she will speak not, she will stand,

Either hand On my shoulder, give her eyes the first embrace

Of my face, Ere we rush, ere we extinguish sight ond speech

Each on each.

XIII

In one year they sent a million fighters forth

South and North, And they built their gods a brazen pillar high

As the sky, Yet reserved a thousand chariots in full force

Gold, of course.

XIV

Oh heart' oh, blood that freezes, blood that burns!

Earth's returns For whole centuries of folly, noise and sin'

Shut them in, With their triumphs and their glories and the rest.

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