The Ravaged Villa
In shards the sylvan vases lie, Their links of dance undone,And brambles wither by thy brim, Choked fountain of the sun!The spider in the laurel spins, The weed exiles the flower:And, flung to kiln, Apollo's bust Makes lime for Mammon's tower.
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