Through the marble gates of Ostia, Where the Tiber meets the sea, And a hundred Roman galleys Strain their leashes to be free, Streams a flood of sunset glory From the classic sea of old, Till Rome's seven hills stand gleaming, And the Tiber turns to gold. Why, indifferent to this splendor, Do the people throng the streets? What is everyone demanding Of the stranger whom he meets? They have heard alas! the rumor That, ere dawn regilds the sky, All the world may be in mourning, For the Emperor must die. Search, O Romans, through the annals Of the rulers of your race, From the zenith of their glory To their ultimate disgrace, -- And as earth's most perfect master, And the noblest of your line, You will yield your greatest homage To this dying Antonine. For he holds a Caesar's sceptre In a loving father's hand, And his heart and soul are given To the welfare of his land; Through his justice every nation Hath beheld its warfare cease, And he leaves to his successor Rome's gigantic world at peace. Hence these nations now are waiting In an anguish of suspense, For their future is as doubtful, As their love for him intense; By the Nile and on the Danube, From the Tagus to the Rhine, There is mourning among millions For the man they deem divine. Now the sunset glow is fading, And the evening shadows creep O'er the ashen face of Caesar, As he lies in seeming sleep; But he slumbers not; for, faithful To his duties, small and great, He is not alone the sovereign, But the servant of the State. Unrebuked, then, his Centurion, As the sun-god sinks from sight, Makes his wonted way to Caesar For the password of the night; And great Antonine, though conscious That ere dawn his soul must pass, As his last, imperial watchword, Utters "AEquanimitas!" O thou noblest of the Caesars, Whose transcendent virtues shine, Like a glorious constellation, O'er the blood-stained Palatine, When the latest sands are running From my life's exhausted glass, May I have thy calm and courage, And thine AEquanimitas! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MISSING THE BO IN THE HENHOUSE by HAYDEN CARRUTH EVENING IN A SUGAR ORCHARD by ROBERT FROST AGAINST THE REST OF THE YEAR by JAMES GALVIN GETTING A WORD IN by JAMES GALVIN SAPPHIC SUICIDE NOTE by JAMES GALVIN SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: MRS. PURKAPILE by EDGAR LEE MASTERS MIDSUMMER FROST (2) by ISAAC ROSENBERG TOWERS OF SIMON RODIA; FOR HOWARD W. SWENSON 1903-1081 by KAREN SWENSON |