II.

Ancient of days! august Athena! where,[do] Where are thy men of might? thy grand in soul? Gone--glimmering through the dream of things that were:[dp] First in the race that led to Glory's goal, They won, and passed away--is this the whole? A schoolboy's tale, the wonder of an hour! The Warrior's weapon and the Sophist's stole[114] Are sought in vain, and o'er each mouldering tower, Dim with the mist of years, gray flits the shade of power.[dq]