Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, ed. Poems of Places: An Anthology in 31 Volumes.
Italy: Vols. XI–XIII. 1876–79.
Appian Way
By Bessie Rayner Parkes (18291925)A
The softly dropping rain,
Obscured the hills I love so well,
And blotted out the plain.
I seemed to see the ghosts
Of gallant Roman cavalry
Ride rallying to their posts.
Yet lonely is the way!
No living race esteems it dear,—
No pilgrim comes to pray.
And open to the air,
And scarce the very race is known
Of nobles resting there.
That stretch across the land,—
The thick wild grass above them waves,
A fence on either hand;
The long electric wires
Wail faint and sweet about the dead
A dirge which never tires.
Would chant with tones like these,
Whose minor music softly moves
Responsive to the breeze.
A yearning thrills through me;—
That long dim line of distant towers,
Like mountains seen at sea!
A vision soft and gray,
But never rendered yet by art,—
Rome from the Appian Way!