THE Roman Road runs straight and bare As the pale parting-line in hair Across the heath. And thoughtful men Contrast its days of Now and Then, And delve, and measure, and compare; Visioning on the vacant air Helmed legionaries, who proudly rear The Eagle, as they pace again The Roman Road. But no tall brass-helmed legionnaire Haunts it for me. Uprises there A mother's form upon my ken, Guiding my infant steps, as when We walked that ancient thoroughfare, The Roman Road. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...EPITAPH (ON A COMMONPLACE PERSON WHO DIED IN BED) by AMY LEVY A GIRL OF POMPEII by EDWARD SANDFORD MARTIN THE TENT ON THE BEACH: 11. ABRAHAM DAVENPORT by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER CHARACTERS: JOHN AIKEN by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD PSALM 88 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE ENOUGH by OTTO JULIUS BIERBAUM |