The Pharaohs’ pyramid.
As old as Rome. That endless empire’s minions
Raised ever and again the same dull cry;
And even Cæsar’s eagle bent his pinions
While it disturbed the sky.
As old as the Dark Ages. The lean peasant,
Numerous, patient, still as time went by
Made his lord’s pastimes something less than pleasant
With that unceasing cry.
It grew in volume down the crowding ages;