ROME
Scarlet of toga, tawny face i' the sun, Swift canter and loose rein, and heavy treat! ■ Of boll-yoked oxen, and light paces sped By tlic young slave-girl when her work is done— All clangour that from morn to eve may run ' Ere night the heat of living hath outsped ■ ' And laid her as :i city oi: flic dead— A thousand thousand hearts that beat as one— Aloft, apart, bathed "in the sunny air, Light upon light of marble, snow on snow, Palace and tower rise candid, pure ami sparo In the hot morning; while the doves swoop low In such simplicity, the very skies Arc wooed to silence, amorous of their eyes. ■ —By1 the late E. L. Palmer.
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Evening Post, Volume CV, Issue 129, 2 June 1928, Page 21
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119ROME Evening Post, Volume CV, Issue 129, 2 June 1928, Page 21
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