And runes of wizards bold;
Or beautiful or quaint
Memorials of bard, and sage, and saint,
In many an antique tome.
There was some necromancy in the place:
The air was full of voices wondrous sweet;
Crowned shadows of past ages came to greet
Their living peers, who lately lent new grace
To genius-haunted Rome;
And when the lady of the grotto spoke,