Classic Poem

Little boy so far from home
In the sparkling streets of Rome,
I can understand, poor lad,
Why your face is sad!

Here the big museum round
One may scarcely hear a sound,
And the shades of Learning fall
Everywhere on all;

Many a marble nymph and god
Round you has a last abode,
Many a hero of old wars,
Kings or emperors.

But nowhere with look of joy
Is a single little boy
Brought like you so far from home
Out of shining Rome!