METHINKS I see great Dioclesian walk In the Salonian garden's noble shade, Which by his own imperial hands was made; I see him smile, methinks, as he does talk With the ambassadors, who come in vain To entice him to a throne again. "If I, my friends!" said he, "should to you show All the delights which in these gardens grow, 'T is likelier much that you should with me stay Than 't is that you should carry me away; And trust me not, my friends! if every day I walk not here with more delight Than ever, after the most happy sight, In triumph to the Capitol I rode, To thank the gods, and to be thought myself almost a god." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE WILD GAZELLE by GEORGE GORDON BYRON KATHLEEN MAVOURNEEN by JULIA CRAWFORD DINNER by LOUISA SARAH BEVINGTON ANGER AND WRATH by WILLIAM BLAKE THE BOOK OF GOD by HORATIO (HORATIUS) BONAR TWO SKETCHES: 2. A.B. by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING |