| Edmund Clarence Stedman, ed. (1833–1908). An American Anthology, 1787–1900. 1900. |
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| 1511. “Hic Me, Pater Optime, Fessam Deseris” |
| | | By Lucy Robinson (Lucy Catlin Bull) |
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| ERE yet in Vergil I could scan or spell, | |
| Or through the enchanted portal of that lay | |
| Dear to old Rome had found my faltering way, | |
| How oft with heaving breast I heard thee tell | |
| Of horrors that the Trojan fleet befell: | 5 |
| How for a time they were the tempest’s prey, | |
| And how at last into a little bay | |
| Their boats came gliding on the peaceful swell. | |
| There, though thick shade might threaten from above, | |
| Were rest and peace, nor any need to roam. | 10 |
| Alas! I did not dream how soon for thee, | |
| Best father, sweetest friend, the quiet cove | |
| Would stretch its arms, while I, half blind with foam, | |
| Should still be tossing on the open sea. | |
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