Bliss Carman, et al., eds. The World’s Best Poetry. 1904.
Descriptive Poems: III. PlacesTo Rome
Francisco de Quevedo y Villegas (15801645)From the Spanish by Benjamin B. Wiffen
Buried in Its Ruins
Buried in Its Ruins
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In vain; thy foot is on her throne—her grave:
Her walls are dust; Time’s conquering banners wave
O’er all her hills; hills which themselves entomb.
Yes! the proud Aventine is its own womb;
The royal Palatine is ruin’s slave;
And medals, moldering trophies of the brave,
Mark but the triumphs of oblivious gloom.
Tiber alone endures, whose ancient tide
Worshipped the Queen of Cities on her throne
And now, as round her sepulchre, complains.
O Rome! the steadfast grandeur of thy pride
And beauty all is fled; and that alone
Which seemed so fleet and fugitive remains.