On Seeing The Trevi Fountain For The First T

On Seeing The Trevi Fountain For The First Time. Dickens saw you when he came to Italy, And called you 'silvery to the eye and ear', And other men have come in other years, To see you and to sing your praise in turn, 'I reached the Alps, the soul within me burned', Wrote Wilde on seeing Italy at last, Keats and Shelley, enamoured of her past, Wrote lines in praise of her antiquity. So why, like them, am I not moved to song? When I see Rome why don't I lift my pen? I've seen the Coliseum under lights, I've seen St. Peter's and the Pantheon, Tossed a coin into the Trevi Fountain, And thought, 'Well, I suppose it's rather nice'.