At Breakfast In Suburban Rome, In The Spring

Two days ago?---yes, that was quite a storm.
It lingered for six long hours over Rome.
The temperature remained balmy and warm.
But blackest clouds invaded like a swarm
of eerie shadows.  I just stayed at home.
I laughed, however, with a doubtful scorning,
at my slaves' thought that this world would soon end.
A lovely sunrise lights this second morning
since that dark day.  Now from the sky portend
the ample beauties of abundant spring.
And Rome, that will not ever claim a king,
rouses itself once more to the adorning
of all the earth our forces have arranged.
Our rule, our stance, our sway remain unchanged.

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