In The Coliseum

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Title:     In The Coliseum
Author: Rennell Rodd [More Titles by Rodd]

Night wanes; I sit in the ruin alone;
Beneath, the shadow of arches falls
From the dim outline of the broken walls;
And the half-light steals o'er the age-worn stone
From a midway arch where the moon looks through,
A silver shield in the deep, deep blue.

This is the hour of ghosts that rise;
--Line on line of the noiseless dead--
The clouds above are their awning spread;
Look into the shadow with moon-dazed eyes,
You will see the writhing of limbs in pain,
And the whole red tragedy over again.

The ghostly galleys ride out and meet,
The Cæsar sits in his golden chair,
His fingers toy with his women's hair,
The water is blood-red under his feet,--
Till the owl's long cry dies down with the night,
And one star waits for the dawning light.

ROME, 1881.

[The end]
Rennell Rodd's poem: In The Coliseum

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