From the shaken tower A flock of bells take flight And go with the hour. - Alice Meynell

[F]or man, woman, and child the tender, irregular, sensitive, living foot, which does not even stand with all its little surface on the ground, and which makes no base to satisfy an architectural eye, is, as it were, the unexpected thing.[…] How weak it is may be seen from a footprint: for nothing makes a more helpless and unsymmetrical sign than does a naked foot.

I came from nothing; but from where
Come these undying thoughts I bear?

This moment's Tiber with his shining eyes Never saw Rome before.