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The silver trumpets rang across the Dome:
The people knelt upon the ground with awe:
And borne upon the necks of men I saw, / Like some great God, the Holy Lord of Rome.
Priest-like, he wore a robe more white than foam, / And, king-like, swathed himself in royal red, / Three crowns of gold rose high upon his head:
In splendour and in light the Pope passed home.
My heart stole back across wide wastes of years / To One who wandered by a lonely sea, / And sought in vain for any place of rest:
"Foxes have holes, and every bird its nest.
I, only I, must wander wearily, / And bruise my feet, and drink wine salt with tears. "