| Edmund Clarence Stedman, ed. (18331908). A Victorian Anthology, 18371895. 1895. |
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| Imperator Augustus |
| | | Rennell Rodd (b. 1858) |
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| IS this the man by whose decree abide | |
| The lives of countless nations, with the trace | |
| Of fresh tears wet upon the hard cold face? | |
| He wept, because a little child had died. | |
| They set a marble image by his side, | 5 |
| A sculptured Eros, ready for the chase; | |
| It wore the dead boys features, and the grace | |
| Of pretty ways that were the old mans pride. | |
| And so he smiled, grown softer now, and tired | |
| Of too much empire, and it seemed a joy | 10 |
| Fondly to stroke and pet the curly head, | |
| The smooth round limbs so strangely like the dead, | |
| To kiss the white lips of his marble boy | |
| And call by name his little hearts-desired. | |
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