 | The Poems of Sir William Watson |  |
ROME AND ANOTHER
She asked for all things; and dominion such
As never man had known
The gods first gave; then lightly, touch by touch,
O'erthrew her seven-hilled throne.
As never man had known
The gods first gave; then lightly, touch by touch,
O'erthrew her seven-hilled throne.
Imperial Power, that hungerest for the globe,
Restrain thy conquering feet,
Lest the same Fates that spun thy purple robe
Should weave thy winding-sheet.
Restrain thy conquering feet,
Lest the same Fates that spun thy purple robe
Should weave thy winding-sheet.
1903
| The Poems of Sir William Watson | |