If by the light of Romulus and Remus You spelt revenge upon us for the sons Of dissipated Troy, burnt out like suns Before you saw their fruit of rage, then deem us
There’s trains that rumble like a herd That’s lying siege around the hills, They’re loaded with their tales, their thrills, And runes and legends still unheard.
When I was young, I used to take the flowers From home, my square green garden, up your slope. But then, since I’d eroded all my hours (Which left me one by one, like bars of soap