Monday, May 11, 2009
An anonymous 8th century Saxon...
beholds the Roman ruin:
‘Strange to behold
is the stone of this wall
broken by fate
The strongholds are bursten
The work of giants decaying
the roofs are fallen
the towers are tottering
Mouldering palaces roofless
Weather marked masonry shattering
Shelters time-scarred tempest-marred
undermined of old
Earth’s grasp holdeth
Its mighty builders
tumbled, crumbled
in gravel’s harsh grip
Till a hundred generations
of men pass away.’
Labels: melancholia
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