Oh, pines and fountains of Rome! and unwanted roses -
Abundance of flames in sharp gypsy hands -
Some thirst unquenchable seeps through clear fountains:
Insouciant, aching as children’s demands.
Oh colours, fashions of Rome, and beautiful faces -
Cornucopia of smiles and lovely designs -
Some voice inaudible speaks - not perfection
But fear of joy's image the plaint in its lines.
Living ages of Rome, whose stones bear the graces,
Whose pictures the stains, of mortals' brief time -
Spirits unanswered haunt with their longings
These breathing remains, with hopes of the Sublime.
There are plenty of poems about Rome on the Poetry Atlas.