It is fair still, though the gold is gone,
the spire that seems to rock, when across it, in the wild February nights, the clouds go westward.
Footnotes:
[{21}] See Thorpe’s Northern Mythology, vol. ii, p. 214.
[{156}] In the explanatory remarks accompanying the engravings from Giotto’s frescoes in the Arena Chapel, published by the Arundel Society. I regret not being able to give the reference to the passage, not having the work by me.
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