Necropolis HWBL 04 028

2024-05-21T00:00:00Z

Necropolis On headland's height the temple's ruins lie, Where Death has intermixed bronze Heroes slain With marble Goddesses whose glory vain The lonely grass enshrouds with many a sigh. Only at times a herdsman, driving by His kine for drink, piping antique refrain That floods the heavens to the very main. Shows his dark form against the boundless sky. The Earth, sweet mother to the Gods of old. At springtime vainly, eloquently weaves Round the rent capital acanthus leaves; But man, no more by ancient dreams controlled. Hears without tremor, in the midnight deep. The grieving Sea for her lost sirens weep. (p. 5). de Heredia, José-Maria. "Oblivion." Sonnets from the Trophies of José-Maria de Heredia . Edward Robeson Taylor (trans.). P. Elder and M. Shepard, 1902. https://archive.org/details/cu31924027285810/mode/2up