On alien ground, breathing an alien air, <br />A Roman stood, far from his ancient home, <br />And gazing, murmured, <br />'Ah, the hills are fair,
But not the hills of Rome!' <br /> <br />Descendant of a race to Romans-kin, <br />Where the old son of Empire stood, I stand. <br />The self-same rocks fold the same valley in, <br />Untouched of human hand. <br /> <br />Over another shines the self-same star, <br />Another heart with nameless longing fills, <br />Crying aloud, 'How beautiful they are, <br />But not our English hills!'<br /><br />Mary Elizabeth Coleridge<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/where-a-roman-villa-stood-above-freiburg/
