Virgil's tomb, painting by Joseph Wright |
By Philipp Mainländer
Shall I praise you on your ashes?
What one deserves who joyful life ignoring,
All people’s misfortunes clashes
And even at the grave, is glorifying them?
No doubt, your fame is still assured,
Stands firm like stone vault, attained.
And even after thousands of years,
It’s now, like before, maintained.
It’s true that driven by the golden Musa,
Despite the clouds of the past,
I’m running to the bay
Where the greatest men of epochs last
The altar built eternal.