I hate the Holy Empire, and the crown
And sword alike relentless would have riven
From thy good Frederic on Olona's plains.
Empire and Church to ruin have gone down,
And yet for them thy songs did scale high heaven.
Great Jove is dead. Only the song remains.
Levia Gravia.
XIV IN A GOTHIC CHURCH
They rise aloft, marching in awful file,
The polished shafts immense of marble grey,