The chief of all the servants of thy fame.
IV.
Yea, like a Roman of the days of old,
I would, for thee, construct a votive shrine,
And fan the fire, and consecrate the wine;
And have a statue there, of purest gold,
And bow thereto, unlov'd and unconsoled,
But proud withal to know the statue thine.
V.
For it were sacrilege to stand erect,