Tiresias, and Other Poems/To Virgil

by Alfred Tennyson

For other versions of this work, see To Virgil.

TO VIRGIL.

WRITTEN AT THE REQUEST OF THE MANTUANS FOR THE NINETEENTH CENTENARY OF VIRGIL'S DEATH.

 

I.Roman Virgil, thou that singestIlion's lofty temples robed in fire,Ilion falling, Rome arising,wars, and filial faith, and Dido's pyre;

II.Landscape-lover, lord of languagemore than he that sang the Works and Days,All the chosen coin of fancyflashing out from many a golden phrase;

III.Thou that singest wheat and woodland,tilth and vineyard, hive and horse and herd;All the charm of all the Musesoften flowering in a lonely word;

IV.Poet of the happy Tityruspiping underneath his beechen bowers;Poet of the poet-satyrwhom the laughing shepherd bound with flowers;

V.Chanter of the Pollio, gloryingin the blissful years again to be,Summers of the snakeless meadow,unlaborious earth and oarless sea;

VI.Thou that seëst UniversalNature moved by Universal Mind;Thou majestic in thy sadnessat the doubtful doom of human kind;

VII.Light among the vanish'd ages;star that gildest yet this phantom shore;Golden branch amid the shadows,kings and realms that pass to rise no more;

VIII.Now thy Forum roars no longer,fallen every purple Cæsar's dome—Tho' thine ocean-roll of rhythmsound forever of Imperial Rome—

IX.Now the Rome of slaves hath perish'd,and the Rome of freemen holds her place,I, from out the Northern Islandsunder'd once from all the human race,

X.I salute thee, MantovanoI that loved thee since my day began,Wielder of the stateliest measureever moulded by the lips of man.