Classic Poem

You who look on passed ages as a glass
To shadow forth the future, in your home
Peacefully dwelling little heeding some
But loving many; as the visions pass
Turn from them for a moment to the grass
And solemn sun & blue o'erarching dome
And in the hush of nature think on Rome
Not as it is now but as it once was.
As of the mighty dead think without hope
But if you will indulge a hopeful pile
Yea if you will write about it in rhyme
For if it once had a too mighty scope
To be all as the sun fails not to smile
It shall be nothing to the end of time.