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In The Old Theatre Fiesole.

Written by: Thomas Hardy | Biography
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 I traced the Circus whose gray stones incline 
Where Rome and dim Etruria interjoin, 
Till came a child who showed an ancient coin 
That bore the image of a Constantine.
She lightly passed; nor did she once opine How, better than all books, she had raised for me In swift perspective Europe's history Through the vast years of Caesar's sceptred line.
For in my distant plot of English loam 'Twas but to delve, and straightway there to find Coins of like impress.
As with one half blind Whom common simples cure, her act flashed home In that mute moment to my opened mind The power, the pride, the reach of perished Rome.



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