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IN VERONA 1 Above the house of Capulet and Montague, Thunder-moved washed in dew, Heaven's gentle eye 2 Looks on ruins of hostile city-states, On broken garden gates, And drops a star from on high. 3 It is for Juliet, a cypress whispers, For Romeo that tear Seeps through the tomb. 4 But men say knowingly and mock It was not a tear but a rock Awaited by none. |