 | The Dawn in Britain |  |
Pass seven moons: then merchantmen, from Gaul,
Arrive, in haste to finish their affairs.
For is, those tell, assembled, to their coast,
Which looks toward Britain, great new Roman army;
With multitude of men of desperate fortune,
Which wont adventure follow of the legions.
Each day, in weather fair, like hounds, they sit,
Watching, with flagrant eyes, Britain's white cliffs;
From whence their hope is, they should turn enriched.
Quoth one, whilst his two spread hands he held forth;
How ready to embark them, rides great navy:
And each were, of these fingers, hundred ships,
So many he saw and more, the Romans' fleet!
Arrive, in haste to finish their affairs.
For is, those tell, assembled, to their coast,
Which looks toward Britain, great new Roman army;
With multitude of men of desperate fortune,
Which wont adventure follow of the legions.
Each day, in weather fair, like hounds, they sit,
Watching, with flagrant eyes, Britain's white cliffs;
From whence their hope is, they should turn enriched.
Quoth one, whilst his two spread hands he held forth;
How ready to embark them, rides great navy:
And each were, of these fingers, hundred ships,
So many he saw and more, the Romans' fleet!
| The Dawn in Britain | |