Milan Castello Sforzesco

Love among the Ruins

Where the quiet-coloured end of evening smiles, Miles and miles
On the solitary pastures where our sheep, Half-asleep
Tinkle homeward thro’ the twilight, stray or stop, As they crop—
Was the site once of a city great and gay, (So they say)
Of our country’s very capital, its prince, Ages since
Held his court in, gathered councils, wielding far, Peace or war …

- Robert Browning -