A Lay Sung at the Feast of Castor and Pollux on the Ides of Quintilis in the year of the City CCCCLI.


I.
Ho, trumpets, sound a war-note!
Ho, lictors, clear the way! 
The Knights will ride, in all their pride,
Along the streets to-day. 
To-day the doors and windows
Are hung with garlands all, 
From Castor in the Forum,
To Mars without the wall. 
Each Knight is robed in purple,
With olive each is crowned; 
A gallant war-horse under each
Paws haughtily the ground. 
While flows the Yellow River,
While stands the Sacred Hill, 
The proud Ides of Quintilis
Shall have such honor still. 
Gay are the Martian Kalends,
December's Nones are gay, 
But the proud Ides, when the squadron rides,
Shall be Rome's whitest day. 

II.
Unto the Great Twin Brethren
We keep this solemn feast. 
Swift, swift, the Great Twin Brethren
Came spurring from the east. 
They came o'er wild Parthenius
Tossing in waves of pine, 
O'er Cirrha's dome, o'er Adria's foam,
O'er purple Apennine, 
From where with flutes and dances
Their ancient mansion rings, 
In lordly Lacedaemon,
The City of two kings, 
To where, by Lake Regillus,
Under the Porcian height, 
All in the lands of Tusculum,
Was fought the glorious fight. 

III.
Now on the place of slaughter
Are cots and sheepfolds seen, 
And rows of vines, and fields of wheat,
And apple-orchards green; 
The swine crush the big acorns
That fall from Corne's oaks. 
Upon the turf by the Fair Fount
The reaper's pottage smokes. 
The fisher baits his angle;
The hunter twangs his bow; 
Little they think on those strong limbs
That moulder deep below.
Little they think how sternly
That day the trumpets pealed; 
How in the slippery swamp of blood
Warrior and war-horse reeled; 
How wolves came with fierce gallops,
And crows on eager wings, 
To tear the flesh of captains,
And peck the eyes of kings; 
How thick the dead lay scattered
Under the Porcian height; 
How through the gates of Tusculum
Raved the wild stream of flight; 
And how the Lake Regillus
Bubbled with crimson foam, 
What time the Thirty Cities
Came forth to war with Rome. 

IV.
But Roman, when thou standest
Upon that holy ground, 
Look thou with heed on the dark rock
That girds the dark lake round. 
So shalt thou see a hoof-mark
Stamped deep into the flint: 
It was not hoof of mortal steed
That made so strange a dint: 
There to the Great Twin Brethren
Vow thou thy vows, and pray 
That they, in tempest and in flight,
Will keep thy head alway. 

V.
Since last the Great Twin Brethren
Of mortal eyes were seen, 
Have years gone by an hundred
And fourscore and thirteen. 
That summer a Virginius
Was Consul first in place; 
The second was stout Aulus,
Of the Posthumian race. 
The Herald of the Latines
From Gabii came in state: 
The Herald of the Latines
Passed through Rome's Eastern Gate: 
The Herald of the Latines
Did in our Forum stand; 
And there he did his office,
A sceptre in his hand. 

VI.
'Hear, Senators and people
Of the good town of Rome, 
The Thirty Cities charge you
To bring the Tarquins home: 
And if ye still be stubborn
To work the Tarquins wrong, 
The Thirty Cities warn you,
Look your walls be strong.'

VII.
Then spake the Consul Aulus,
He spake a bitter jest: 
'Once the jays sent a message
Unto the eagle's nest:- 
Now yield thou up thine eyrie
Unto the carrion-kite, 
Or come forth valiantly, and face
The jays in deadly fight.- 
Forth looked in wrath the eagle;
And carrion-kite and jay, 
Soon as they saw his beak and claw,
Fled screaming far away.' 

VIII.
The Herald of the Latines
Hath hied him back in state: 
The Fathers of the City
Are met in high debate. 
Then spake the elder Consul,
And ancient man and wise: 
'Now harken, Conscript Fathers,
To that which I advise. 
In seasons of great peril
'Tis good that one bear sway; 
Then choose we a Dictator,
Whom all men shall obey. 
Camerium knows how deeply
The sword of Aulus bites, 
And all our city calls him
The man of seventy fights. 
Then let him be Dictator
For six months and no more, 
And have a Master of the Knights,
And axes twenty-four.' 

IX.
So Aulus was Dictator,
The man of seventy fights; 
He made Aebutius Elva
His Master of the Knights. 
On the third morn thereafter,
At downing of the day, 
Did Aulus and Aebutius
Set forth with their array. 
Sempronius Atratinus
Was left in charge at home 
With boys, and with gray-headed men,
To keep the walls of Rome. 
Hard by the Lake Regillus
Our camp was pitched at night: 
Eastward a mile the Latines lay,
Under the Porcian height. 
Far over hill and va