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An old man in Concord forgets to go to morning service He falls asleep while reading Vergil and dreams that he is Aeneas at the funeral of Pallas an Italian prince	A
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The sun is blue and scarlet on my page	B
And yuck a yuck a yuck a yuck a rage	B
The yellowhammers mating Yellow fire	C
Blankets the captives dancing on their pyre	C
And the scorched lictor screams and drops his rod	D
Trojans are singing to their drunken God	D
Ares Their helmets catch on fire Their files	E
Clank by the body of my comrade miles	E
Of filings Now the scythe wheeled chariot rolls	F
Before their lances long as vaulting poles	F
And I stand up and heil the thousand men	G
Who carry Pallas to the bird priest Then	G
The bird priest groans and as his birds foretold	H
I greet the body lip to lip I hold	H
The sword that Dido used It tries to speak	I
A bird with Dido s sworded breast Its beak	I
Clangs and ejaculates the Punic word	J
I hear the bird priest chirping like a bird	J
I groan a little Who am I and why	K
It asks a boy s face though its arrow eye	K
Is working from its socket Brother try	K
O Child of Aphrodite try to die	K
To die is life His harlots hang his bed	L
With feathers of his long tailed birds His head	L
Is yawning like a person The plumes blow	M
The beard and eyebrows ruffle Face of snow	M
You are the flower that country girls have caught	N
A wild bee pillaged honey suckle brought	O
To the returning bridegroom the design	P
Has not yet left it and the petals shine	P
The earth its mother has at last no help	Q
It is itself The broken winded yelp	Q
Of my Phoenician hounds that fills the brush	R
With snapping twigs and flying cannot flush	R
The ghost of Pallas But I take his pall	S
Stiff with its gold and purple and recall	T
How Dido hugged it to her while she toiled	U
Laughing her golden threads a serpent coiled	U
In cypress Now I lay it like a sheet	V
It clinks and settles down upon his feet	V
The careless yellow hair that seemed to burn	W
Beforehand Left foot right foot as they turn	W
More pyres are rising armored horses bronze	X
And gagged Italians who must file by ones	Y
Across the bitter river when my thumb	Z
Tightens into their wind pipes The beaks drum	Z
Their headman s cow horned death s head bites its tongue	A2
And stiffens as it eyes the hero slung	A2
Inside his feathered hammock on the crossed	B2
Staves of the eagles that we winged Our cost	C2
Is nothing to the lovers whoring Mars	D2
And Venus father s lover Now his car s	E2
Plumage is ready and my marshals fetch	F2
His squire Acoctes white with age to hitch	G2
Aethon the hero s charger and its ears	H2
Prick and it steps and steps and stately tears	I2
Lather its teeth and then the harlots bring	J2
The hero s charms and baton but the King	J2
Vain glorious Turnus carried off the rest	K2
I was myself but Ares thought it best	K2
The way it happened At the end of time	L2
He sets his spear as my descendants climb	L2
The knees of Father Time his beard of scalps	M2
His scythe the arc of steel that crowns the Alps	M2
The elephants of Carthage hold those snows	N2
Turms of Numidian horse unsling their bows	O2
The flaming turkey feathered arrows swarm	P2
Beyond the Alps Pallas I raise my arm	Q2
And shout Brother eternal health Farewell	R2
Forever Church is over and its bell	R2
Frightens the yellowhammers as I wake	S2
And watch the whitecaps wrinkle up the lake	S2
Mother s great aunt who died when I was eight	T2
Stands by our parlor sabre Boy it s late	T2
Vergil must keep the Sabbath Eighty years	H2
It all comes back My Uncle Charles appears	H2
Blue capped and bird like Phillips Brooks and Grant	U2
Are frowning at his coffin and my aunt	U2
Hearing his colored volunteers parade	V2
Through Concord laughs and tells her English maid	V2
To clip his yellow nostril hairs and fold	H
His colors on him It is I I hold	H
His sword to keep from falling for the dust	W2
On the stuffed birds is breathless for the bust	W2
Of young Augustus weighs on Vergil s shelf	X2
It scowls into my glasses at itself	X2

Robert Lowell

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