By the Aurelian Wall, and Other Elegies

The years pass. And the child Thoughtful beyond his fellows, grave and mild, Treasures the rough-made toy, Until one day he blows it for clear joy, And wakes the music wild.

We are only common people, And he was a man like us. But he loved his fellows before himself; And he died for me and you, To redeem the world anew From cruelty and greed-- For l...