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Felicia Dorothea Hemans - Roman Girl`s Song
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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 seen–
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!
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