August Poem by Christoph Praus
August
What did Great Agustus cry,
When the night sent terrors woke him?
That such might lay low the mighty,
Terrible Caesar, bears not repeating?
Or are even great men subject,
To the most infantile fears and foibles,
In the end not so different from his fellows,
Nothing special in his make up,
Bar what resides in the finite soul,
That which each man, and woman and child,
But receives only one?
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