The Eternal City, Rome

Orb on orb, world on world,
wave on wave, by and by
all that is and was ever time
will run dry.  Carthage will
fall and presage the stone
of ancient cries, the leering
minstrels with furry’s guise
will overtake the carrefours of
fate with rotted heads of
emperors and cemented states.

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