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[Marginal notes on back: Newman; MSS Cardinal John H. Newman]
Corcyra
I sat beneath an olive’s branches grey
And gazed upon the site of a lost town,
By sage and poet chosen for reason;
Where dwelt a Race that on the sea held sway
And, restless as its waters, forced a way
For civil strife a thousand states to drown.
That multitudinous stream we now note down
As though one life, in birth and in decay
Yet, is their being’s history spent + run,
Whose spirits live in awful singleness
Each in his self formed sphere of light or gloom?
Henceforth, while pondering [on] the fierce deeds then done
Such reverence on me shall its seal impress
As though I corpses saw or walked the tomb.
