 | The poems and prose writings of Sumner Lincoln Fairfield |  |
“Reveal thy speech! what import bear these words?
Dream I, or art thou the hierophant
Of Isis, who from Misraim's pyramids
Brought'st new gods into Latium? Nay, I skill not,
For thou wear'st not the countenance that chilled
My soul, and proud Pompeii's crowd o'erawed,
But rather, like earth's faun or satyr fiend,
Gloatest o'er some revenge for sin unknown!”
Dream I, or art thou the hierophant
Of Isis, who from Misraim's pyramids
Brought'st new gods into Latium? Nay, I skill not,
For thou wear'st not the countenance that chilled
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But rather, like earth's faun or satyr fiend,
Gloatest o'er some revenge for sin unknown!”
| The poems and prose writings of Sumner Lincoln Fairfield | |