Come as the Cæsars came! Be that your part,
Bright robed, triumphant, bold for victory,
And o’er my conquered soul cry—“Triompe!”
XVIII
You praised my speech to-day. You said I’d caught,
Wandering in many lands ’mong many men,
Colorful vowel richnesses learned then
Of many tongues. When first we met you thought
This gave me added charm, that thus I ought
Be not one woman—O! proud praise again!—