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The silver trumpets rang across the Dome: |
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The people knelt upon the ground with awe: |
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And borne upon the necks of men I saw, |
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Like some great God, the Holy Lord of Rome. |
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Priest-like, he wore a robe more white than foam, |
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And king-like, swathed himself in royal red, |
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Three crowns of gold rose high upon his head: |
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In splendor and in light the Pope passed home. |
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My heart stole back across wide wastes of years, |
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To one who wandered by a lonely sea, |
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And sought in vain for any place of rest: |
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"Foxes have holes, and every bird its nest |
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I, only I, must wander wearily, |
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And bruise my feet, and drink wine salt with tears." |
