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Had the fierce ashes of some fiery peak	A
Been hurl'd so high they ranged about the globe	B
For day by day thro' many a blood red eve	C
In that four hundredth summer after Christ	D
The wrathful sunset glared against a cross	E
Rear'd on the tumbled ruins of an old fane	F
No longer sacred to the Sun and flamed	G
On one huge slope beyond where in his cave	H
The man whose pious hand had built the cross	E
A man who never changed a word with men	I
Fasted and pray'd Telemachus the Saint	J
Eve after eve that haggard anchorite	J
Would haunt the desolated fane and there	K
Gaze at the ruin often mutter low	L
'Vicisti Galil e' louder again	I
Spurning a shatter'd fragment of the God	J
'Vicisti Galil e ' but when now	M
Bathed in that lurid crimson ask'd 'Is earth	N
On fire to the West or is the Demon god	J
Wroth at his fall ' and heard an answer 'Wake	A
Thou deedless dreamer lazying out a life	O
Of self suppression not of selfless love '	P
And once a flight of shadowy fighters crost	J
The disk and once he thought a shape with wings	Q
Came sweeping by him and pointed to the West	J
And at his ear he heard a whisper 'Rome'	R
And in his heart he cried ' The call of God '	P
And call'd arose and slowly plunging down	S
Thro' that disastrous glory set his face	T
By waste and field and town of alien tongue	A
Following a hundred sunsets and the sphere	U
Of westward wheeling stars and every dawn	V
Struck from him his own shadow on to Rome	R
Foot sore way worn at length he touch'd his goal	W
The Christian city All her splendour fail'd	J
To lure those eyes that only yearn'd to see	X
Fleeting betwixt her column'd palace walls	Y
The shape with wings Anon there past a crowd	J
With shameless laughter Pagan oath and jest	J
Hard Romans brawling of their monstrous games	Z
He all but deaf thro' age and weariness	A2
And muttering to himself 'The call of God'	J
And borne along by that full stream of men	I
Like some old wreck on some indrawing sea	X
Gain'd their huge Colosseum The caged beast	J
Yell'd as he yell'd of yore for Christian blood	J
Three slaves were trailing a dead lion away	B2
One a dead man He stumbled in and sat	J
Blinded but when the momentary gloom	R
Made by the noonday blaze without had left	J
His aged eyes he raised them and beheld	J
A blood red awning waver overhead	J
The dust send up a steam of human blood	J
The gladiators moving toward their fight	J
And eighty thousand Christian faces watch	C2
Man murder man A sudden strength from heaven	D2
As some great shock may wake a palsied limb	R
Turn'd him again to boy for up he sprang	A
And glided lightly down the stairs and o'er	E2
The barrier that divided beast from man	F2
Slipt and ran on and flung himself between	G2
The gladiatorial swords and call'd 'Forbear	E2
In the great name of Him who died for men	I
Christ Jesus ' For one moment afterward	J
A silence follow'd as of death and then	I
A hiss as from a wilderness of snakes	H2
Then one deep roar as of a breaking sea	X
And then a shower of stones that stoned him dead	J
And then once more a silence as of death	I2
His dream became a deed that woke the world	J
For while the frantic rabble in half amaze	J2
Stared at him dead thro' all the nobler hearts	K2
In that vast Oval ran a shudder of shame	R
The Baths the Forum gabbled of his death	I2
And preachers linger'd o'er his dying words	L2
Which would not die but echo'd on to reach	M2
Honorius till he heard them and decreed	J
That Rome no more should wallow in this old lust	J
Of Paganism and make her festal hour	E2
Dark with the blood of man who murder'd man	F2

Alfred Lord Tennyson

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