IV
The Tramps
Now long enough had day endured,Or King Apollo Palinured,Seaward he steers his panting team,And casts on earth his latest gleam.
But see! the Tramps with jaded eyeTheir destined provinces espy.Long through the hills their way they took,Long camped beside the mountain brook;’Tis over; now with rising hopeThey pause upon the downward slope,And as their aching bones they rest,Their anxious captain scans the west.
So paused Alaric on the AlpsAnd ciphered up the Roman scalps.