Shall have such honour still.
Gay are the Martian Kalends;
December’s Nones are gay:
But the proud Ides, when the squadron rides,
Shall be Rome’s whitest day.
Unto the Great Twin Brethren
We keep this solemn feast.
Swift, swift, the Great Twin Brethren
Came spurring from the East.
To where, by Lake Regillus,