V.

The troubled river knew them,

And smoothed his yellow foam, And gently rocked the cradle

That bore the fate of Rome.

The ravening she-wolf knew them,
And licked them o'er and o'er,

And gave them of her own fierce miik,
Rich with raw flesh and gore.
Twenty winters, twenty springs,
Since then have rolled away;
And to-day the dead are living:
The lost are found to-day.

VI.

Blithe it was to see the twins,
Right goodly youths and tall,
Marching from Alba Longa

To their old grandsire's hall.
Along their path fresh garlands

Are hung from tree to tree: Before them stride the pipers, Piping a note of glee.

VII.

On the right goes Romulus,

With arms to the elbows red,

On the left side goes Remus,

With wrists and fingers red, And in his hand a boar-spear,

And on the point a headA wrinkled head and aged,

With silver beard and hair,

And holy fillets round it,

Such as the pontiffs wear

The head of ancient Camers,

Who spake the words of doom:

"The children to the Tiber;

The mother to the tomb."

IX.

Two and two behind the twins

Their trusty comrades go, Four and forty valiant men,

With club, and axe, and bow. On each side every hamlet

Pours forth its joyous crowd, Shouting lads and baying dogs, And children laughing loud, And old men weeping fondly, As Rhea's boys go by,

And maids who shriek to see the heads,

Yet, shrieking, press more nigh.

X.

So they marched along the lake;

They marched by fold and stall, By corn-field and by vineyard,

Unto the old man's hall.

XI.

In the hall-gate sate Capys,

Capys, the sightless seer;

From head to foot he trembled

As Romulus drew near.

And up stood stiff his thin white hair,

And his blind eyes flashed fire:

"Hail! foster child of the wonderous nurse!

Hail son of the wonderous sire!

VATES

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