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The Anemones of the Pamfili Dori.
But now the knight in marble sleeps,
The Cross carved at his feet,
His hands are clasped upon his breast,
And in them, pale and meet,
The Cross carved at his feet,
His hands are clasped upon his breast,
And in them, pale and meet,
The Anemones their petals raise
From out the sculptured tomb,
Tho' the flower that flushed Judea's hills
Has paler grown in Rome!
From out the sculptured tomb,
Tho' the flower that flushed Judea's hills
Has paler grown in Rome!
