The children of the sea? what age, what name, Bore they who chose this plain their home to be? Arena meted for the race of fame: For gods to applaud the deeds of liberty, Knowledge, and glorious art, that flows but from the free. JOHN EDMUND READE. PÆSTUM THERE, down Salerno's bay, The dread malaria broods, Rival the Parthenon. The Sybarite no more The deity is fled Long since, but, in his stead, The Doric shafts between; The air with fragrance fill. CHRISTOPHER PEARSE CRanch. POSILIPO THE VOYAGE AROUND POSILIPO I I CAME from Naples at break of day I only heard my oars at play. And where a hill was all in bloom I raised my hat to Virgil's tomb. II I slipped along the seashore. Bright Leftward a lovely island lay Before the ships that left the bay. For thither the vile wolf Tiberius The new made old and the old made new. Then, ruins rising from the sea, Where Romans once built on the strand, Unsatisfied with the solid land. FRIEDERICH RUECKERT. Tr. Robert Haven Schauffler. VIRGIL'S TOMB "Cecini pascua, rura, duces” ON an olive-crested steep Hanging o'er the dusty road, Lieth in his last abode, Wrapped in everlasting sleep, He who in the days of yore Sang of pastures, sang of farms, When the lark at dawning tells, Rising to the tomb aloft, While some modern Corydon Drives his bleating cattle on From the stable to the croft: Then the soul of Virgil seems To sing again the melodies ROBERT CAMERON ROGERS. |