Classic and Contemporary Poetry
CORNELIA'S REPLY, by WILLIAM ALLEN BUTLER Poet's Biography First Line: Cornelia, a matron of ancient rome Last Line: The pure quenchless light of a mother's love! Subject(s): Family Life; Housewives; Love; Mothers & Sons; Rome, Italy; Wealth; Relatives; Riches; Fortunes | ||||||||
CORNELIA, a matron of ancient Rome, Was busied one day in her quiet home, Ruling the house with her firm, gentle rule, Her husband abroad, and her boys at school, But she, in her manifold toils and cares, Still blending her joys and hopes with theirs. To visit Cornelia that day there came A rich Roman lady of noble name. Very fair she was, and as proud as fair, Queenly her bearing, disdainful her air, Regal her robe, each soft flowing fold Lustrous with purple, embroidered with gold; Slaves followed her steps who bore in their hands Caskets of jewels from Orient lands, Spoils of the provinces, glittering gems Plucked by the victors from kings' diadems. These royal trophies of Rome's proudest day The haughty patrician came to display. "Behold," she exclaimed, "my jewels so rare! Cornelia, what have you with them to compare?" Cornelia gazed on the dazzling array; She silently gazed, turned, silent, away. From caskets and gems her quick glance had strayed To the inner court where the fountain played, Whence clear on her listening ear there fell Glad tones from the two she loved so well; A moment more, at the mother's call, Together they entered the lofty hall, The youthful Gracchi, one calm and sedate, The shade on his brow of his future fate, The other a bold and a joyous youth, The fire in his eye of valor and truth. Embracing them both, with a mother's pride, "These are my jewels!" Cornelia replied. Dead and forgotten this many a day, The rich Roman lady has passed away; Ages have rolled o'er Cornelia's grave And the graves of the Gracchi, true and brave; Living to-day is Cornelia's reply, Fresh and immortal, it never can die, Clear as a diamond, it beams on our sight, Cheering our souls with its tranquil light, A light not of Eartha ray from above, The pure quenchless light of a Mother's love! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ALL LIFE IN A LIFE by EDGAR LEE MASTERS FOUR POEMS ABOUT JAMAICA: 3. A HAIRPIN TURN ABOVE READING, JAMAICA by WILLIAM MATTHEWS IMAGINE YOURSELF by EVE MERRIAM THE PROPHET by LUCILLE CLIFTON I AM FIFTY-TWO YEARS OLD' by KENNETH REXROTH LAST VISIT TO THE SWIMMING POOL SOVIETS by KENNETH REXROTH PORTRAIT OF THE AUTHOR AS A YOUNG ANARCHIST by KENNETH REXROTH NOTHING TO WEAR' by WILLIAM ALLEN BUTLER THE INCOGNITA OF RAPHAEL by WILLIAM ALLEN BUTLER A GOLDEN WEDDING: C.B.-E.A.B., 1825-1875 by WILLIAM ALLEN BUTLER |
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