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 Oh for the measured dawns That pass with folded wings— How can I let them go With unremembered things?

The bells ring over the Arno, Midnight, the long, long chime; Here in the quivering darkness I am afraid of time.

Oh, gray bells cease your tolling, Time takes too much from me, And yet to rock and river He gives eternity.

The fountain shivers lightly in the rain, The laurels drip, the fading roses fall,