Still art thou speaking calmly here.
Still speak’st above the noise and din
Of the fair city’s glittering sweep—
Thy deep, pathetic tones do win
My very soul—I list and weep.
Thou only art eternal here,
Thy voice the only voice that stays,
Out-ringing, far-toned, deep and clear—
Unmeasured is thy length of days.
Thrones crumble—empires pass away,