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THE ROMAN ROAD, by             Poem Explanation         Poet's Biography
First Line: Bury me close to the roman road
Last Line: And still is the riding sweet.
Subject(s): Graves; Roads; Tombs; Tombstones; Paths; Trails


BURY me close to the Roman Road
That the Pageant passing by
May trumpet through my dim abode,
And make it less to die.

To my House of Stone let the rumour run
Of the ringing reins of old,—
Of horsemen riding in the sun
Through worlds of windy gold.

A pomp of princes, side by side,
The proud Crusaders go,
And now the Free Companions ride,
Glittering row on row.

And slim white girls with burning hair
Dance with the wind; and in
Great ropes of roses red they snare
A gleaming paladin.

O singing East! O dreaming West!
Ride, ride so splendidly
To the City that is loveliest
That never a soul shall see.

I will not lie in a green abode
Away from the hurrying feet.
I have ridden for long on the Roman Road,
And still is the riding sweet.





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