CLXIII.

And if it be Prometheus stole from Heaven The fire which we endure[530]--it was repaid By him to whom the energy was given Which this poetic marble hath arrayed With an eternal Glory--which, if made By human hands, is not of human thought-- And Time himself hath hallowed it, nor laid One ringlet in the dust--nor hath it caught A tinge of years, but breathes the flame with which 'twas wrought.