Lines In A Copy Of Virgil
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John Jay Chapman
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CRUMBLING on Tiber's edge
Lie columns sunk in sedge.
A bird upon the spray
Carols and flits away
Across the river.
Only what soars and sings,
Only what flows and springs,
Passing on wheels as light
As fancy or the spirit's flight—
Endures forever.
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