And as I mused on all we call our own, <br />And (in the words their passionate hope had taught <br />Expressing this late world for which they fought <br />And prayed) said, lifting up my head to the sun, <br />'Ne quibus diis immortalibus,'-one <br />Ran with fear's feet, and lo! a voice distraught <br />'The Prince' and 'Dead.' And at the sound methought <br />The bulwark of my great house thunder'd down. <br />And, for an instant,-as some spell were sapping <br />All place-the hilly billows and billowy hills <br />Heaved through my breast the lapping wave that kills <br />The heart; around me the floor rises and falls <br />And jabbling stones of the unsteady walls <br />Ebb and flow together, lapping, lapping.<br /><br />Sydney Thompson Dobell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ii-and-as-i-mused-on-all-we-call-our-own/
