[ Found at Newstead[ A HELMET of the legion, this , That long and deep hath lain, Come back to taste the living kiss Of sun and wind again . Ah! touch it with a reverent hand, For in its burnished dome Lies here within this distant land The glory that was Rome! The tides of sixteen hundred years Have flowed , and ebbed, and flowed , And yet - I see the tossing spears Come up the Roman Road; While, high above the trumpets pealed, The eagles lift and fall, And, all unseen , the war-god's shield Floats, guardian, over all! Who marched beneath this gilded helm? Who wore this casque a - shine? A leader mighty in the realm? A soldier of the line? The proud patrician takes his rest The spearman's bones beside, And earth who knows their secret best Gives this of all their pride. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ALIENS (TO YOU - EVERYWHERE! DEDICATED) by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON SUNSET by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON MA LADY'S LIPS AM LIKE DE HONEY (NEGRO LOVE SONG) by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON IN A SWEDISH GRAVEYARD by EMMA LAZARUS STUDY FOR A GEOGRAPHICAL TRAIL; 5. MARYLAND by CLARENCE MAJOR |