The Mind
August
The Mind
The Emperor Octavian, called the August,
I being his favorite, bestowed his name
Upon me, and I hold it still in trust,
In memory of him and of his fame.
I am the Virgin, and my vestal flame
Burns less intensely than the Lion's rage;
Sheaves are my only garlands, and I claim
The golden Harvests as my heritage.
Cite this poem
MLA
Longfellow, Henry Wadsworth. “August.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/longfellow/200/.
Chicago
Longfellow, Henry Wadsworth. “August.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/longfellow/200/.
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