THE LAST ODE
(Nov. 27,B.C.8.)
Horace, Ode 31, Bk. V.
As watchers couched beneath a Bantine oak,Hearing the dawn-wind stir,Know that the present strength of night is brokeThough no dawn threaten herTill dawn’s appointed hour—so Virgil died,Aware of change at hand, and prophesiedChange upon all the Eternal Gods had madeAnd on the Gods alike—Fated as dawn but, as the dawn, delayedTill the just hour should strike—A Star new-risen above the living and dead;And the lost shades that were our loves restoredAs lovers, and for ever. So he said;Having received the word....Maecenas waits me on the Esquiline:Thither to-night go I....And shall this dawn restore us, Virgil mine,To dawn? Beneath what sky?THE GARDENER
As watchers couched beneath a Bantine oak,Hearing the dawn-wind stir,Know that the present strength of night is brokeThough no dawn threaten herTill dawn’s appointed hour—so Virgil died,Aware of change at hand, and prophesiedChange upon all the Eternal Gods had madeAnd on the Gods alike—Fated as dawn but, as the dawn, delayedTill the just hour should strike—A Star new-risen above the living and dead;And the lost shades that were our loves restoredAs lovers, and for ever. So he said;Having received the word....Maecenas waits me on the Esquiline:Thither to-night go I....And shall this dawn restore us, Virgil mine,To dawn? Beneath what sky?
As watchers couched beneath a Bantine oak,Hearing the dawn-wind stir,Know that the present strength of night is brokeThough no dawn threaten herTill dawn’s appointed hour—so Virgil died,Aware of change at hand, and prophesied
As watchers couched beneath a Bantine oak,
Hearing the dawn-wind stir,
Know that the present strength of night is broke
Though no dawn threaten her
Till dawn’s appointed hour—so Virgil died,
Aware of change at hand, and prophesied
Change upon all the Eternal Gods had madeAnd on the Gods alike—Fated as dawn but, as the dawn, delayedTill the just hour should strike—
Change upon all the Eternal Gods had made
And on the Gods alike—
Fated as dawn but, as the dawn, delayed
Till the just hour should strike—
A Star new-risen above the living and dead;And the lost shades that were our loves restoredAs lovers, and for ever. So he said;Having received the word....Maecenas waits me on the Esquiline:Thither to-night go I....And shall this dawn restore us, Virgil mine,To dawn? Beneath what sky?
A Star new-risen above the living and dead;
And the lost shades that were our loves restored
As lovers, and for ever. So he said;
Having received the word....
Maecenas waits me on the Esquiline:Thither to-night go I....And shall this dawn restore us, Virgil mine,To dawn? Beneath what sky?
Maecenas waits me on the Esquiline:
Thither to-night go I....
And shall this dawn restore us, Virgil mine,
To dawn? Beneath what sky?