CANTO THE SECOND IV |
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CANTO THE SECONDIV
The night hath closed on Helle`s stream,
Nor yet hath risen on Ida`s hill
That moon, which shoon on his high theme:
No warrior chides her peaceful beam,
But conscious shepherds bless it still.
Their flocks are grazing on the mound
Of him who felt the Dardan`s arrow;
That mighty heap of gather`d ground
Which Ammon`s son ran proudly round,
By nations raised, by monarchs crown`d,
Is now a lone and nameless barrow!
Within — thy dwelling-place how narrow?
Without — can only strangers breathe
The name of him that was beneath:
Dust long outlasts the storied stone;
But Thou — thy very dust is gone!
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