The she wolf’s legacy—long, loud, and hoarse;
The voice of men aroused from deep repose,
And surging on in force.
Rome’s alleys, lanes and streets were all alive;
All hurrying toward the Forum, from which came
Impulsive words, followed by moans, that told
The giver’s heart in flame;
And sparks from torches, lit at quiet homes,
Waving in answer to the speaker’s tones;
And the black crowd, with thunder which was Rome’s,