Classic Poem

When Silius, twofold lord of Latin tongue,
The fate untimely of Severus sung,
I to the Muses made my mournful cry
And thus did great Apollo give reply —
" I wept for Linus, and Calliopi
Who stands hard by, has borne like grief with me.
Yea, cruel Fate has ventured e'en to move
With bitter grief the heart of either Jove,
The Thunderer in his Tarpeian shrine
And the great dweller on the Palatine.
Since then e'en they to fate relentless bow,
Forbear to charge the gods with envy now."