And all around the portal, And high above the wall, Stood a great throng of people, But sad and silent all; Young lads, and stooping elders That might not bear the mail, Matrons with lips that quivered, And maids with faces pale. Since the first gleam of daylight, Sempronius had not ceased To listen for the rushing Of horse-hoofs from the east. The mist of eve was rising, The sun was hastening down, When he was aware of a princely pair Fast pricking towards the town. So like they were, man never Saw twins so like before; Red with gore their armour was, XXXVIII. "Hail to the great Asylum! Hail to the hill-tops seven! To-morrow your Dictator Shall bring in triumph home The spoils of thirty cities To deck the shrines of Rome!" XXXIX. Then burst from that great concourse And some ran north and some ran south, But on rode those strange horsemen, Durst ask their name or race. While laurel-boughs and flowers, From house-tops and from windows, Fell on their crests in showers. When they drew nigh to Vesta, They vaulted down amain, And washed their horses in the well That springs by Vesta's fane. And straight again they mounted, And rode to Vesta's door; Back comes the chief in triumph, Who, in the hour of fight, Hath seen the Great Twin Brethren In harness on his right. Safe comes the ship to haven, Through billows and through gales, If once the Great Twin Brethren Sit shining on the sails. Wherefore they washed their horses In Vesta's holy well, Wherefore they rode to Vesta's door, Who fought so well for Rome. Marked evermore with white, With music and with song; |