Once more, enchanting girl, adieu!
I must be gone while yet I may,
Oft shall I weep to think of you;
But here I will not, cannot stay.
...
'Whence this delay?' 'Along the crowded street
A Funeral comes, and with unusual pomp.'
So I withdrew a little, and stood still,
...
Have none appeared as tillers of the ground,
None since They went -- as though it still were theirs,
...
Those ancient men, what were they, who achieved
A sway beyond the greatest conquerors;
Setting their feet upon the necks of kings,
...
'Tis over; and her lovely cheek is now
On her hard pillow -- there, alas, to be
Nightly, through many and many a dreary hour,
...
There is an Insect, that, when Evening comes,
Small though he be, scarcely distinguishable,
Like Evening clad in soberest livery,
...
It was a well
Of whitest marble, white as from the quarry;
And richly wrought with many a high relief,
...
'Twas night; the noise and bustle of the day
Were o'er. The mountebank no longer wrought
Miraculous cures -- he and his stage were gone;
...
Of all the fairest Cities of the Earth
None is so fair as Florence. 'Tis a gem
Of purest ray; and what a light broke forth,
...
Among those awful forms, in elder time
Assembled, and through many an after-age
Destined to stand as Genii of the Place
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