In the 'Dark Ages'

'Have you been with the King to Rome,
Brother, big brother?'
'I've been there and I've come home.
Back to your play, little brother.'

'Oh, how high is Caesar's house,
Brother, big brother?'
'Goats about the doorways browse;
Night-hawks nest in the burnt roof-tree.
Home of the wild bird and home of the bee,
A thousand chambers of marble lie
Wide to the sun and the wind and the sky.
Poppies we find amongst our wheat
Grow on Caesar's banquet seat.
Cattle crop and neat-herds drowse
On the floors of Caesar's house.'

'But what has become of Caesar's gold,
Brother, big brother?'
'The times are bad and the world is old
Who knows the where of the Caesar's gold?
Night comes black o'er the Caesar's hill;
The wells are deep and the tales are ill;
Fireflies gleam in the damp and mold-
All that is left of the Caesar's gold.
Back to your play, little brother.'

'What has become of the Caesar's men,