PALAZZO PAGANI This is the house where, twenty years ago, They spent a Spring and Summer. This shut gate Would lead you to the terrace, and below To a rose garden long since desolate. Here they once lived. How often I have sat Till it was dusk among the olive trees, Waiting to hear their coming horse--hoofs grate Upon the gravel; till the freshening breeze Bore down a sound of voices. Even yet A broken echo of their laughter rings Through the deserted terraces; and see, While I am speaking, from the parapet There is a hand put forth, and some one flings Her very window open overhead. --How sweet it is, this scent of rosemary! --These are the last tears I shall ever shed.SourceThe script ran 0 seconds.
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