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Pompeii

SHE SINGS

So let us eat and drink, to singing and guitar,
Before we pace the mournful streets where the gray houses are;
Vesuvio, the guilty, leans lazy on the sky.
The very gods are dead, my love and we have still to die!

NEW EXCAVATIONS

A workman with a spade in half a day
Can push two thousand lagging years away.
See, how the tragic villas, one by one,
Like drowsy lizards creep into the sun.

I EXCAVATE

They let me play at digging in that place,
Scoop ash from painted wall—a girl's Greek face
Stared from the frieze! Between her and the skies
I hid the smoking mountain from her eyes.

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