From those who have—their self-control,
But nothing to keep under.
OUR DAY AT PISA.
We took the train at Florence,[1] we,—
The day was warm and pleasant.
The town of Pisa would we see.
No time was like the present.
Anon we climb’d the Leaning Tower,[2]
Dropt something down, and sat an hour;
And then the grand Baptistry[2] door