Note 181 — 1838

… too, How my heart swelled when in the mighty ring, The mouldering, shadowy, sunny Collosseum, I heard with some sad thoughts of local hue Warblers there lodged, for victories won by spring MS.

… too, Here did I a deathless joy embosoming, {Mid } the shadowy Collosseum, {Within} Hear not without sad thoughts of local hue MS.

… too, Heard I, a deathless joy embosoming, Tho’ not without sad thoughts of local hue, Amid the shadowy, sunny, Collosseum, Warblers there lodged, for victories won by Spring MS.