And loved to dream bewildered by their side!
Methought I traced those rays of glorious fame
Wherewith the Eternal City crowned her name,
Back to their source, across an age of night,
Wreathing Tiburnine heights with ancient light.
While drank mine ear the deep complaining sound
Of billows warring in their caves profound,
In the waves’ voice, the wailing of the tide,
By thousand rolling echoes multiplied,
I seemed in distance, brought by silence near,