Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, ed. Poems of Places: An Anthology in 31 Volumes.
Italy: Vols. XI–XIII. 1876–79.
The Illuminations of St. Peters
By Richard Monckton Milnes, Lord Houghton (18091885)FIRST ILLUMINATION
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How beautiful thou art beyond compare,
Now emptied of thy massive majesty,
And made so faery-frail, so faery-fair:
The lineaments that thou art wont to wear
Augustly traced in ponderous masonry,
Lie faint as in a woof of filmy air,
Within their frames of mellow jewelry.—
But yet how sweet the hardly-waking sense,
That when the strength of hours has quenched those gems,
Disparted all those soft-bright diadems,—
Still in the sun thy form will rise supreme
In its own solid clear magnificence,
Divinest substance then, as now divinest dream.
SECOND ILLUMINATION
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So peaceful that it seemed I well could die
Entranced before such beauty,—when a cry
Burst from me, and I sunk in dumb amaze:
The molten stars before a withering blaze
Paled to annihilation, and my eye,
Stunned by the splendor, saw against the sky
Nothing but light,—sheer light,—and light’s own haze.
At last that giddying sight took form,—and then
Appeared the stable vision of a crown,
From the black vault by unseen power let down,
Cross-topped, thrice girt with flame:—
Cities of men,
Queens of the earth! bow low,—was ever brow
Of mortal birth adorned as Rome is now?