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 Helmeted legionnaires, who proudly rear The Eagle, as they pace again The Roman Road. But no tall brass-helmeted 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.SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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