Sing while you may, nor grieve to know
The song you sing shall also die;
Atharna's lay has perished so,
Though once it thrilled the sky.
Above us, from his rocky chair
There, where Ben-Edar's landward crest
O'er eastern Bregia bends, to where
Dun-Almon crowns the west:
And all that felt the fretted air,
Throughout the song-distempered clime,