Men are we, and must grieve when even the shade Of that which once was great is passed away.

But how can he expect that others should Build for him, sow for him, and at his call Love him, who for himself will take no heed at all?

As high as we have mounted in delight, In our dejection do we sink as low.

This City now doth like a garment wear The beauty of the morning; silent, bare, Ships, towers, domes, theatres and temples lie Open unto the fields and to the sky; All bright and glittering in the smokeless air.

Blessings be with them, and eternal praise, Who gave us nobler loves, and nobler cares!- The Poets, who on earth have made us heirs Of truth and pure delight by heavenly lays.

Far from the world I walk, and from all care.

Suffering is permanent, obscure and dark, And shares the nature of infinity.