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How spake the Oracle my Curtius how	A
Methought while on the shadow'd terraces	B
I walked and looked towards Rome an echo came	C
Of legion wails blent into one deep cry	D
O Jove I thought the Oracles have said	E
And saying touched some swiftly answering chord	F
Gen'ral to ev'ry soul And then my heart	G
I being here alone beat strangely loud	H
Responsive to the cry and my still soul	I
Inform'd me thus Not such a harmony	J
Could spring from aught within the souls of men	K
But that which is most common to all souls	L
Lo that is sorrow Nay Curtius I could smile	M
To tell thee as I listen'd to the cry	D
How on the silver flax which blew about	N
The ivory distaff in my languid hand	O
I found large tears such big and rounded drops	P
As gather thro' dark nights on cypress boughs	Q
And I was sudden anger'd for I thought	R
Why should a gen'ral wail come home to me	J
With such vibration in my trembling heart	G
That such great tears should rise and overflow	S
Then shook them on the marble where I pac'd	T
Where instantly they vanished in the sun	U
As di'monds fade in flames 'twas foolish Curtius	Q
And then methought how strange and lone it seem'd	V
For till thou cam'st I seem'd to be alone	W
On the vin'd terrace prison'd in the gold	X
Of that still noontide hour No widows stole	I
Up the snow glimmering marble of the steps	Q
To take my alms and bless the Gods and me	J
No orphans touched the fringes of my robe	Y
With innocent babe fingers nor dropped the gold	X
I laid in their soft palms to laugh and stroke	Z
The jewels on my neck or touch the rose	Q
Thou sayest Curtius lives upon my cheek	A2
Perchance all lingered in the Roman streets	Q
To catch first tidings from the Oracles	Q
The very peacocks drows'd in distant shades	Q
Nor sought my hand for honey'd cake and high	D
A hawk sailed blackly in the clear blue sky	D
And kept my doves from cooing at my feet	B2
My lute lay there bound with the small white buds	Q
Which laughing this bright morn thou brought and wreath'd	B2
Around it as I sang but with that wail	C2
Dying across the vines and purple slopes	Q
And breaking on its strings I did not care	D2
To waken music nor in truth could force	Q
My voice or fingers to it so I stray'd	B2
Where hangs thy best loved armour on the wall	E2
And pleased myself by filling it with thee	J
'Tis yet the goodliest armour in proud Rome	F2
Say all the armourers all Rome and I	D
Know thee the lordliest bearer of a sword	B2
Yet Curtius stay there is a rivet lost	B2
From out the helmet and a ruby gone	G2
From the short sword hilt trifles both which can	H2
Be righted by to morrow's noon to morrow's noon	I2
Was there a change my Curtius in my voice	Q
When spake I those three words to morrow's noon	I2
O I am full of dreams methought there was	Q
Why love how darkly gaze thine eyes in mine	J2
If lov'd I dismal thoughts I well could deem	K2
Thou saw'st not the blue of my fond eyes	Q
But looked between the lips of that dread pit	B2
O Jove to name it seems to curse the air	D2
With chills of death we'll not speak of it Curtius	Q
When I had dimm'd thy shield with kissing it	B2
I went between the olives to the stalls	Q
White Audax neigh'd out to me as I came	C
As I had been Hippona to his eyes	Q
New dazzling from the one small mystic cloud	B2
That like a silver chariot floated low	S
In the ripe blue of noon and seem'd to pause	Q
Stay'd by the hilly round of yon aged tree	J
He stretch'd the ivory arch of his vast neck	L2
Smiting sharp thunders from the marble floor	M2
With hoofs impatient of a peaceful earth	N2
Shook the long silver of his burnish'd mane	O2
Until the sunbeams smote it into light	B2
Such as a comet trails across the sky	D
I love him Curtius Such magnanimous fires	Q
Leap from his eyes I do truly think	P2
That with thee seated on him thy strong knees	Q
Against his sides the bridle in his jaws	Q
In thy lov'd hand to pleasure thee he'd spring	Q2
Sheer from the verge of Earth into the breast	B2
Of Death and Chaos of Death and Chaos	Q
What omens seem to strike my soul to day	B2
What is there in this blossom hour should knit	B2
An omen in with ev'ry simple word	B2
Should make yon willows with their hanging locks	Q
Dusk sybils mutt'ring sorrows to the air	D2
The roses clamb'ring round yon marble Pan	H2
Wave like red banners floating o'er the dead	B2
The dead there 'tis again My Curtius come	R2
And thou shalt tell me of the Oracles	Q
And what sent hither that long cry of woe	S
Yet wait yet wait I care not much to hear	S2
While on thy charger's throbbing neck I lean'd	B2
Romeward there pass'd across the violet slopes	Q
Five sacrificial bulls with silver hides	Q
And horns as cusp'd and white as Dian's bow	A
And lordly breasts which laid the honey'd thyme	T2
Into long swarths whence smoke of yellow bees	Q
Rose up in puffs dispersing as it rose	Q
For the great temple they and as they pass'd	B2
With quiet gait I heard their drivers say	B2
The bulls were for the Altars when should come	R2
Word from the Oracles as to the Pit	B2
O Curtius Curtius in my soul I see	J
How black and fearful is its glutton throat	B2
I will not look	U2
O Soul be blind and see not Then the men	K
Wav'd their long goads still juicy from the vine	J2
And plum'd with bronzy leaves and each to each	V2
Showed the sleek beauty of the rounded sides	Q
The mighty curving of the lordly breasts	Q
The level lines of backs the small fine heads	Q
And laugh'd and said The Gods will have it thus	Q
The choicest of the earth for sacrifice	Q
Let it be man or maid or lowing bull	W2
Where lay the witchcraft in their clownish words	Q
To shake my heart I know not but it thrill'd	B2
As Daphne's leaves thrill to a wind so soft	B2
One might not feel it on the open palm	X2
I cannot choose but laugh for what have I	D
To do with altars and with sacrifice	Q

Isabella Valancy Crawford

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