Man,Earth's poor shadow! talks

of Earth's decay:

But hath it nothing of eternal

kin?

No majesty that shall not pass

away?

No soul of greatness springing up

within?

Thought marks without hoar

shadows of sublime,

Pictures of power, which if not 

doomed to win 

Eternity, stand laughing at old

Time

For ages: in the grand ancestral

line

Of things eternal, mounting to

divine,

I read Magnificence where ages

pay

Worship like conquered foes to

the Apennine,

Because they could not conquer.

There sits Day

Too high for Night to come at--

mountains shine,

Outpeering Time,too lofty for

decay