BURY me close to the Roman Road That the Pageant passing by May trumpet through my dim abode, And make it less to die. To my House of Stone let the rumour run Of the ringing reins of old,— Of horsemen riding in the sun Through worlds of windy gold. A pomp of princes, side by side, The proud Crusaders go, And now the Free Companions ride, Glittering row on row. And slim white girls with burning hair Dance with the wind; and in Great ropes of roses red they snare A gleaming paladin. O singing East! O dreaming West! Ride, ride so splendidly To the City that is loveliest That never a soul shall see. I will not lie in a green abode Away from the hurrying feet. I have ridden for long on the Roman Road, And still is the riding sweet. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HOMAGE TO SEXTUS PROPERTIUS: 5 by EZRA POUND TWO PROMENADES SENTIMENTALES: 1. RAIN by EDITH SITWELL OF DISTRESS BEING HUMILIATED BY THE CLASSICAL CHINESE POETS by HAYDEN CARRUTH LOVERS HOW THEY COME AND PART by ROBERT HERRICK IN A BYE-CANAL by HERMAN MELVILLE |