
“ Roman Virgil, thou that singest  
Ilion’s lofty temples robed in fire,1
                        
                        Ilion’s lofty temples robed in fire,1
Ilion falling, Rome arising,  
wars, and filial faith, and Dido’s pyre ;2
                        wars, and filial faith, and Dido’s pyre ;2
Landscape-lover, lord of language— 
more than he thatsang the Works and Days,3
                        
                        more than he thatsang the Works and Days,3
All the chosen coin of fancy  
flashing out from many a golden phrase ;4
                        flashing out from many a golden phrase ;4

Thou that singest wheat and woodland,  
tilth and vineyard, hive and horse and heard ;5
                        
                        tilth and vineyard, hive and horse and heard ;5
All of the charms of all the Muses  
often flowering in a lonely word ;6
                        often flowering in a lonely word ;6
Poet of the happy Tityrus  
piping underneath his beechen bowers ;7
                        
                        piping underneath his beechen bowers ;7
Poet of the poet-satyr  
whom the laughing shepherd bound with flowers ;8
                        whom the laughing shepherd bound with flowers ;8
Chanter of the Pollio, glorying  
in the blissful years again to be,9
                        
                        in the blissful years again to be,9
Summers of the snakeless meadow,  
unlaborious earch and oarless sea ;10
                        unlaborious earch and oarless sea ;10
Thou that seest Universal  
Nature moved by Universal Mind ;11
                        
                        Nature moved by Universal Mind ;11
Thou Majestic in thy sadness  
at the doubtful doom of human kind ;12
                        at the doubtful doom of human kind ;12
Light among the vanish’d ages ;  
star that gildest yet this phantom shore ;13
                        
                        star that gildest yet this phantom shore ;13
Golden branch amid the shadows,  
kings and realms that pass to rise no more ;14
                        kings and realms that pass to rise no more ;14
Now thy Forum roars no longer,  
fallen every purple Cæsar’s dome—15
                        
                        fallen every purple Cæsar’s dome—15
Though thine ocean-roll of rhythm  
sound for ever of Imperial Rome—16
                        sound for ever of Imperial Rome—16
Now the Rome of slaves hath perish’d,  
and the Rome of freemen holds her place :17
                        
                        and the Rome of freemen holds her place :17
I, from out the Northern Island  
sunder’d once from all the human race,18
                        sunder’d once from all the human race,18
I salute thee, mighty Mantuan,  
I that loved thee since my day began,19
                        
                        I that loved thee since my day began,19
Wielder of the stateliest measure  
ever moulded by the lips of man.”20
                        ever moulded by the lips of man.”20