[00:04.29]The silver trumpets rang across the Dome:
[00:07.67]The people knelt upon the ground with awe:
[00:10.34]And borne upon the necks of men I saw,
[00:12.56]Like some great  God, the Holy Lord of Rome.
[00:18.15]Priest-like, he wore a robe more white than foam,
[00:21.83]And king-like, swathed himself in royal red,
[00:26.50]Three crowns of gold rose high upon his head:
[00:30.43]In splendor and in light the Pope passed home.
[00:39.07]My heart stole back across wide wastes of years,
[00:42.46]To one who wandered by a lonely sea,
[00:46.25]And sought in vain for any place of rest:
[00:51.55]"Foxes have holes, and every bird its nest
[00:54.59]I, only I, must wander wearily,
[01:01.00]And bruise my feet, and drink wine salt with tears."