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 But how can I give silence My whole life long?

On lowlands where the temples lie The marsh-grass mingles with the flowers, Only the little songs of birds Link the unbroken hours.

So in the end, above my heart Once like the city wild and gay, The slow white stars will pass by night, The swift brown birds by day.

Oh for the rising moon Over the roofs of Rome, And swallows in the dusk Circling a darkened dome!