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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