Ah, That Time Could Touch A Form That Could Show What Homer'S Age Bred To Be A Hero'S Wage. 'Were Not All Her Life But Storm, Would Not Painters Paint A Form Of Such Noble Lines' I Said, 'Such A Delicate High Head, All That Sternness Amid Charm, All That Sweetness Amid Strength?' Ah, But Peace That Comes At Length, Came When Time Had Touched Her Form.