Houses in an Old Street
How eloquent are these of time long past!—
An architectural text still plain to read,
Though sadly ravaged and decaying fast,
Of a great epic—these the epicede
Of their departed era. Note the walls,
The steps, the windows, and the carven doors.
Degenerate now are those once stately halls,
With alien footsteps on their pillaged floors.
Forlorn, forlorn! There is no sadder thing
In all the world than a forsaken home
About which vestiges of grandeur cling.
But so it is, and even noble Rome
Is Rome no more; her meager remnant totters—
Cast-iron, paint, asphaltum, and globe-trotters.
An architectural text still plain to read,
Though sadly ravaged and decaying fast,
Of a great epic—these the epicede
Of their departed era. Note the walls,
The steps, the windows, and the carven doors.
Degenerate now are those once stately halls,
With alien footsteps on their pillaged floors.
Forlorn, forlorn! There is no sadder thing
In all the world than a forsaken home
About which vestiges of grandeur cling.
But so it is, and even noble Rome
Is Rome no more; her meager remnant totters—
Cast-iron, paint, asphaltum, and globe-trotters.
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