Here you will find the Poem Roman Girl's Song of poet Felicia Dorothea Hemans
Rome, Rome! thou art no more As thou hast been! On thy seven hills of yore Thou satst a queen. Thou hadst thy triumphs then Purpling the street, Leaders and sceptred men Bow'd at thy feet. They that thy mantle wore, As gods were seenâ?? Rome, Rome! thou art no more As thou hast been! Rome! thine imperial brow Never shall rise: What hast thou left thee now? Thou hast thy skies! Blue, deeply blue, they are, Gloriously bright! Veiling thy wastes afar With colour'd light. Thou hast the sunset's glow, Rome, for thy dower, Flushing tall cypress-bough, Temple and tower! And all sweet sounds are thine, Lovely to hear, While night, o'er tomb and shrine, Rests darkly clear. Many a solemn hymn, By starlight sung, Sweeps thro' the arches dim, Thy wrecks among. Many a flute's low swell, On thy soft air Lingers, and loves to dwell With summer there. Thou hast the South's rich gift Of sudden song, A charmed fountain, swift, Joyous, and strong. Thou hast fair forms that move With queenly tread; Thou hast proud fanes above Thy mighty dead. Yet wears thy Tiber's shore A mournful mien: Rome, Rome! thou art no more As thou hast been!
