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LXIX. THY DESCENT
Straight from the Roman women thou art sprung,—
Though many generations intervene
Since in thine home the Roman spears were seen
And the strong steel-bound Roman harness rung.
Thine ancient home is where the wind hath sung
In Cornwall to the Atlantic's vast blue-green
For ages, and Iseult herself hath been
Upon thy cliffs, and heard the wild wind's tongue.
Though many generations intervene
Since in thine home the Roman spears were seen
And the strong steel-bound Roman harness rung.
Thine ancient home is where the wind hath sung
In Cornwall to the Atlantic's vast blue-green
For ages, and Iseult herself hath been
Upon thy cliffs, and heard the wild wind's tongue.
But thou art Roman. Strange it is to think
That through thy Roman (not Italian) eyes
Shines the triumphant light of Latin skies:
That, as new generations rise and sink,
Still the old Roman blood at times appears:—
Thy dark glance traverses a thousand years.
That through thy Roman (not Italian) eyes
Shines the triumphant light of Latin skies:
That, as new generations rise and sink,
Still the old Roman blood at times appears:—
Thy dark glance traverses a thousand years.
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