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First Line: Lord of the golden branch, virgil!



Lord of the Golden Branch, Virgil! and Caesar's friend:
Leader of pilgrim Dante! Yes: things have their tears:

Lord of the Golden Branch, Virgil! and Caesar's friend:
So sighed thy song, when down sad winds pierced to thine ears
Leader of pilgrim Dante! Yes: things have their tears:
Wandering and immemorial sorrows without end.
So sighed thy song, when down sad winds pierced to thine ears
And things of death touch hearts, that die: Yes: but joys blend,
And glories, with our little life of human fears:
Wandering and immemorial sorrows without end.
And things of death touch hearts, that die: Yes: but joys blend,
Rome reigns, and Caesar triumphs! Ah, the Golden Years,
The Golden Years return: this also the Gods send.
And glories, with our little life of human fears:
Rome reigns, and Caesar triumphs! Ah, the Golden Years,
O men, who have endured an heavier burden yet!
The Golden Years return: this also the Gods send.
Hear you not happy airs, and voices augural?
For you, in these last days by sure foreknowledge set,

Looms no Italian shore, bright and imperial?

Wounded and worn! What Virgil sang, doth God forget?
O men, who have endured an heavier burden yet!
Hear you not happy airs, and voices augural?
Virgil, the melancholy, the majestical.
-1891
For you, in these last days by sure foreknowledge set,
Looms no Italian shore, bright and imperial?
Wounded and worn! What Virgil sang, doth God forget?
Virgil, the melancholy, the majestical.






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