Suppose some day, some later time, I stand

In the eternal Roma, beneath, you know,

The Parthenon. No. Get it right. No.

The other one. The. Palladium. No. No.

Pantheon. Yes. That’s it. That’s it. Pantheon.

 

Beneath the Pantheon I shall stand, gazing

At the gods and goddesses. (Are they

Still there? I believe they are.) And stand

Gazing. How will I feel? In that ancient

place? Amongst that Pantheon of old.

 

Old. But not eternal. Is how. I.

They return my gaze with timeless eye.