A Grave At Ostia

Ausonian earth contains me That was a Libyan maid, And in the sea's sand hard by Rome My virgin form was laid. Pompeia with a mother's care Watched o'er my tender years, Entombed me here among the free, And gave me many tears. Not as she prayed the torch was fired, She would have burned for me; The lamp which took the torch's place Was thine, Persephone.