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Oliver Wendell Holmes - A Roman AqueductOliver Wendell Holmes - A Roman Aqueduct
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THE sun-browned girl, whose limbs recline When noon her languid hand has laid Hot on the green flakes of the pine, Beneath its narrow disk of shade; As, through the flickering noontide glare, She gazes on the rainbow chain Of arches, lifting once in air The rivers of the Roman`s plain;-- Say, does her wandering eye recall The mountain-current`s icy wave,-- Or for the dead one tear let fall, Whose founts are broken by their grave? From stone to stone the ivy weaves Her braided tracery`s winding veil, And lacing stalks and tangled leaves Nod heavy in the drowsy gale. And lightly floats the pendent vine, That swings beneath her slender bow, Arch answering arch,--whose rounded line Seems mirrored in the wreath below. How patient Nature smiles at Fame! The weeds, that strewed the victor`s way, Feed on his dust to shroud his name, Green where his proudest towers decay. See, through that channel, empty now, The scanty rain its tribute pours,-- Which cooled the lip and laved the brow Of conquerors from a hundred shores. Thus bending o`er the nation`s bier, Whose wants the captive earth supplied, The dew of Memory`s passing tear Falls on the arches of her pride!
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