LII

Heaven's light forever shines, Earth's shadows fly;

      Life, like a dome of many-coloured glass,

      Stains the white radiance of Eternity,

      Until Death tramples it to fragments.—Die,

      If thou wouldst be with that which thou dost seek!

      Follow where all is fled!—Rome's azure sky,

      Flowers, ruins, statues, music, words, are weak

The glory they transfuse with fitting truth to speak.