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136 AN INSCRIPTION IN ROME

(PIAZZA DI SPAGNA)

DESECRATION

poet died last night;

Outworn his mortal frame.

He hath fought well the fight,

And won a deathless name.

Bring laurel for his bier,

And flowers to deck the hearse.

The tribute of a tear

To his immortal verse.

Husht is that piercing strain—

Who heard, for pleasure wept.

His were our joy and pain;

He sang—our sorrow slept.