Classic Poem

By Faenius the grove and garden-plot
Are dedicated;
In honour of the dead this hallowed spot
Is consecrated.
For here Antulla lies, too early slain,
Here sire and mother
Will share her grave, united once again
Each to the other.
Hast thou a hope this holy soil to own?
Thou must forswear it;
'Tis given for ever to the dead alone,
None else may share it.