Author J. A. Pott A SIA has Sextus', Europe Gnaeus' grave, Their sire doth lie beneath the Libyan wave, Or haply on her strand, we wot not where: What marvel every continent should share Their sundered ashes? One could not embrace The mighty ruin of that mighty race. Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments