Securely, After Days Unnumbered, I Behold Kings Mourn That Promised Praise Their Cheating Bards Foretold. Of Earth Constricting Wars, Of Princes Passed In Chains, Of Deeds Out-Shining Stars, No Word Or Voice Remains. Yet Furthest Times Receive, And To Fresh Praise Restore, Mere Breath Of Flutes At Eve, Mere Seaweed On The Shore. A Smoke Of Sacrifice; A Chosen Myrtle-Wreath; An Harlot'S Altered Eyes; A Rage 'Gainst Love Or Death; Glazed Snow Beneath The Moon, The Surge Of Storm-Bowed Trees, The Caesars Perished Soon, And Rome Herself: But These Endure While Empires Fall And Gods For Gods Make Room.... Which Greater God Than All Imposed The Amazing Doom?