Here you will find thePoemWhere a Roman Villa Stood, Above Freiburgof poet Mary Elizabeth Coleridge
On alien ground, breathing an alien air, A Roman stood, far from his ancient home, And gazing, murmured, 'Ah, the hills are fair, But not the hills of Rome!' Descendant of a race to Romans-kin, Where the old son of Empire stood, I stand. The self-same rocks fold the same valley in, Untouched of human hand. Over another shines the self-same star, Another heart with nameless longing fills, Crying aloud, 'How beautiful they are, But not our English hills!'
