Ere consul with consular fell.
Unabashed in her beauty of figure—
Heavy limbs, and thick tresses uncurled
To our gaze, give the grace and the rigor
Of the race that has conquered the world.
And fierce with the blood of the heroes—
In their sins and their virtues sublime—
Sits the Queen of the world that is Nero's,
And as keen for a kiss as a crime!
But the game that amuses her leisure