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like the romans
                        local traditions were respected
    the nymphs of the river
                                    channeled and directed
to freshen the air of this pleasantly imperial town

I am told no builder could make money
    from my seat by the byzantine st margarets
    looking at the villas and chalets -
           round arched windows
           curved pointed moorish gothic
           plaster frozen diana or victory
           tudor roses and chrysanthemums
           crenelated towers of mid victorian asylum chic
           and the glossed facades of swiss overcladding
               square cut stone
                  solid as the wool trade -
     one sees the mis-match of brass and imagination -

robbed churches
    add to the commonplace of the past
it is easy to mistake
    the invoice of a mason's mark
    for viking whetstone
    or natural wear