"CECINI PASCUA, RURA, DUCES" ON an olive-crested steep Hanging o'er the dusty road, Lieth in his last abode, Wrapped in everlasting sleep, He who in the days of yore Sang of pastures, sang of farms, Sang of heroes and their arms, Sang of passion, sang of war. When the lark at dawning tells, Herald like, the coming day, And along the dusty way Comes the sound of tinkling bells, Rising to the tomb aloft, While some modern Corydon Drives his bleating cattle on From the stable to the croft: Then the soul of Virgil seems To awaken from its dreams, To sing again the melodies Of which he often tells, -- The music of the birds, The lowing of the herds, The tinkling of the bells. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BERTHA IN THE LANE by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING A BARD'S EPITAPH by ROBERT BURNS THE WAKING YEAR by EMILY DICKINSON THE OLD MAN DREAMS by OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES PELTERS OF PYRAMIDS by RICHARD HENGIST (HENRY) HORNE BALLADE OF BLUE CHINA by ANDREW LANG THE HOUSE OF LIFE: 72. THE CHOICE (2) by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI A DEFIANCE, RETURNING TO THE PLACE OF HIS PAST AMOURS by PHILIP AYRES |