They swung for us; and, o’er and o’er,
We made its domed rotunda roar,
To echo back our joking.
We set our pockets jingling, we,
To make our guide a crony,
Saw the cathedral, paid a fee,
And ate some macaroni,
Then feasted on an outside view
Of all three buildings,[2] yet so new;
Then bought, in alabaster[3] wrought,