VIA FELICE.
'T was in the Via Felice My friend his dwelling made,The Roman Via Felice, Half sunshine, half in shade.
A marble God stands near it That once deserved a shrine,And, veteran of the old world, The Barberini pine.
A very Roman is he Whom Age makes not so wiseBut that each coming winter Is still a new surprise.
But I lodged near the Convent Whose bells did hallow noon,And all the lesser hours With sweet recurrent tune.
