Italian art that fervid glow
Would o’er ideal beauty throw,
And with such ardent life express
Her high-wrought dreams of loveliness,—
Dreams which, surviving Empire’s fall,
The shade of glory still recall.
But see!—the banner of the brave
O’er Adrian’s tomb hath ceased to wave.
’Tis lower’d—and now Stephania’s eye
Can well the martial train descry,