The Poetry Corner

Severus Speaks

By Helen Leah Reed

"For nearly eighteen years upon my head The crown of Empire heavily has set. The burden on my shoulders I have borne Of an estate encumbered far and wide With debts I had to pay. Ah! everywhere Murmurs, revolts, or wars assailed my throne. Now quiet comes - even in Britain here, The most disturbing Province of them all. Yet I must go, the profits I must leave To others to enjoy - to hold with ease What I with bitter travail have obtained. Peace there must be, and mutual amity, The one support to hold the Empire firm, To keep the Glory of the Empire bright. Discord would be the ruin of the pile, That my poor hands have built so painfully. Only when Peace prevails may we behold How small things grow to greatness. - Now I die And all the issue of the coming days I leave to my successor, and my son, Though he has been a cruel son to me. Bassanius I name your Emperor, The new-made Antoninus, who long tried To get that title by the sword, Who sought my death, the dangers knowing not That always must surround a diadem, Forgetting that the places of the great Are guarded well by Envy and by Fear. Blind is ambition, for it cannot see That though a sovereign's power large may seem To others, by himself the things possessed Are counted small enough, aye small theyare. For titles cannot make a happy man. While his thin thread of life must waver so, His might is laid upon a weak support. So men may point to me, and say 'Behold - A man who once was all things in this world, Yet now is nothing. For like meaner men He paid his debt to nature. His exploits He left behind.' Aye, friends I leave my deeds For you to register. Reproach or praise The shadowing pencil of oblivion At last will blot. And yet that all the care That I have taken for the general good May bring forth happy fruits when I am dust, This would I make my one, my last request, - Assist my sons with counsel and with aid, That they may rule according to the law, And you obey according to the right. So, through you both - my legions and my sons - The Empire shall be held in high respect." And then the dying Emperor feebly turned Toward the urn wherein so soon must lie His ashes - and he cried "So shalt thou hold What the whole world one time could not contain." Thus died Severus.