 
All that was beautiful and just, All that was pure and sad Went in one little, moving plot of dust The world called bad. Came like a highwayman, and went, One who was bold and gay, Left when his lightly loving mood was spent Thy heart to pay. By-word of little streets and men, Narrower theirs the shame, Tread thou the lava loving leaves, and then Turn whence it came. Aetna, all wonderful, whose heart Glows as thine throbbing glows, Almond and citron bloom quivering at start, Ends in pure snows. |
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