Where San Bernardo’s fane is hidden, like
A pearl within its shell.
There marched the Piedmont robber and his host
In through the long, long street;
And there the open portal of a church
Drew in my straying feet.
Silence and coolness, and a shade so deep,
At first I saw no more
Than circling clouds and cherubs, with the dome’s
Bright bubble floating o’er;