THE Roman Road runs straight and bare As the pale parting-line in hair Across the heath. And thoughtful men Contrast its days of Now and Then, And delve, and measure, and compare; Visioning on the vacant air Helmed legionaries, who proudly rear The Eagle, as they pace again The Roman Road. But no tall brass-helmed legionnaire Haunts it for me. Uprises there A mother's form upon my ken, Guiding my infant steps, as when We walked that ancient thoroughfare, The Roman Road. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A SEA SONG by ALLAN CUNNINGHAM MOUNTAIN LAUREL by ALFRED NOYES THE COMING OF SPRING by NORA PERRY TO THE GIRL WHO HELPED IN THE WAR by JOSEPHINE DODGE DASKAM BACON DIXIT, ET IN MENSAM by CHARLES WILLIAM SHIRLEY BROOKS IN GREMIO by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN |