Classic Poem

Rhine knows that thou at last hast come to Rome,
For our loud cheers reach even to his home.
Sarmatian tribes and savage Getae fear,
And Hister trembles at our shouts of cheer;
While in the Circus, homage once begun,
No man perceived four races had been run.
No chief has Rome so loved, nor thee of yore;
Now, though she wished, she cannot love thee more.