English poem
Beneath the Roman Eagle’s glory
by Carolyn Wells (1862–1942)
Beneath the Roman Eagle’s glory, Great Cæsar, famed in song and story, Triumphant banners floating o’er him, Carried my Roman first before him.
In springtime days of sunny weather, When lads and lassies dance together, Around the May-pole gaily flying, They are my last, there ’s no denying.
A gallant knight and lovely lady Were sauntering down a pathway shady; He offered her, with words beguiling, My whole, which she accepted, smiling.