Monte Cavo
The Road of Triumph sees no conqueror now
Save summer's heat that slays the buds of spring,
Or the victorious autumn winds, that fling
A russet banner on the chestnut bough.
No pastured victim bleeds to pay the vow,
No festive altar smokes, no plaudits ring;
But unaffrayed the shepherd lad may bring
His flock to feed on Monte Cavo's brow.
O Ye who came with all the pomp of Rome
To smooth this pavement with exultant tread
And shake the silence with applausive breath!
Now foxes use your highway to their home;
The dust of ages drifts above your head;
And all your choruses are stopped in death.
Save summer's heat that slays the buds of spring,
Or the victorious autumn winds, that fling
A russet banner on the chestnut bough.
No pastured victim bleeds to pay the vow,
No festive altar smokes, no plaudits ring;
But unaffrayed the shepherd lad may bring
His flock to feed on Monte Cavo's brow.
O Ye who came with all the pomp of Rome
To smooth this pavement with exultant tread
And shake the silence with applausive breath!
Now foxes use your highway to their home;
The dust of ages drifts above your head;
And all your choruses are stopped in death.
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