Chapter 60
Daybreak The heavy rumble in the street of wagons, journeyed from the sun-baked plains, A laugh and oath, as chance acquaintance meet, The bark of dogs, the crack of whip and reins, And then, with booming of combined refrains, The ringing, swinging, singing bells of Rome, Sunset and purple shadows over the dome, Of sky above St. Peter's, and the square as silent as a graveyard and as dumb,
Within the church, a peasant deep in prayer, And like a challenge through the languid air, The ringing, swinging, singing bells of Rome.
