I trod the streets of that fair Tuscan town
And saw the men that Florence called her own;
In pictured effigy and sculptured stone
Repose those peerless sons of old renown.
Far-thoughted Galileo there looks down,
And Michael Angelo, severe and lone,
With that same sleeping strength that he has shown
In his own ‘Moses.’ And I marked the frown
Of him who traversed Hell and Paradise;
And, near the stone whereon great Dante dreamed,
Calm Brunelleschi’s upward-gazing eyes
Fixt rapturous upon his glorious dome;
And last, San Marco’s Monk whose lightnings beamed
Like some pure star in that dark night of Rome!
(John Russell Hayes)
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