Is brief—and change the fleeting seasons know;
On barren sands and dry
Soon to their death thy brawling waves shall flow.
O’er thee, in summer’s heat,
Shall pass the traveller with unmoistened feet.
SONNET—ROME IN RUINS.
FROM THE SPANISH OF QUEVEDO.
Pilgrim! in vain thou seek’st in Rome for Rome!
Alas! the Queen of nations is no more!
Dust are her towers, that proudly frowned of yore,