And flows beneath his fabled hill
Where Dian drave the chase of yore.
"And 'like a horse unbroken' yet
The yellow" stream with rush and foam,
'Neath tower, and bridge, and parapet,
Girdles his ancient mistress, Rome!
"I may not see them, but I doubt
If seen I'd find them half so fair
As ripples of the rising trout
That feed beneath the elms of Yair.