September 2010
1 post
Carmen Saeculare
Phoebe, Silvarumque.
Phoebus and Dian, huntress fair, To-day and always magnified, Bright lights of heaven, accord our prayer This holy tide, On which the Sibyl’s volume wills That youths and maidens without stain To gods, who love the seven dear hills, Should chant the strain! Sun, that unchanged, yet ever new, Lead’st out the day and bring’st it home, May nought be present to...