CVII. Cypress and ivy, weed and wallflower grown Matted and massed together, hillocks heaped On what were chambers, arch crushed, column strown In fragments, choked-up vaults, and frescoes steeped In subterranean damps, where the owl peeped, Deeming it midnight:--Temples, baths, or halls? Pronounce who can; for all that Learning reaped From her research hath been, that these are walls-- Behold the Imperial Mount! 'tis thus the mighty falls.
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