FAR away dim violet mountains <br />Fade away from sight; <br />Flashing from fantastic fountains, <br />Jets the liquid light, <br />Where from Nymph's or Triton's lip <br />Bubbling waters drip and drip, <br />Bubbling day and night. <br /> <br />Pealed from tower to answering tower, <br />O'er the city swells, <br />Ringing in the hallowed hour, <br />Rhythm of bells on bells; <br />And on wings of Choral Song, <br />Confluent hearts to Mary throng, <br />From low, cloistered cells. <br /> <br />On the golden ground of even, <br />Like a half-way home, <br />On the pilgrim to heaven <br />Floats St. Peter's Dome; <br />High, high, in the air alone, <br />Man's dread Thought transformed to stone, <br />Pinnacled o'er Rome.<br /><br />Mathilde Blind<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ave-maria-in-rome/
