Act 4 — FAME
Reading edition
My arches crumble; that bright dome I flung Heavenward in pride decays; yet all unmoved One column soars, and, graven in sacred tongue, Endure the victor words—“This man was loved.”
Reading edition
My arches crumble; that bright dome I flung Heavenward in pride decays; yet all unmoved One column soars, and, graven in sacred tongue, Endure the victor words—“This man was loved.”