But the monument knew a different day,
When masons with mortar and mallet wrought here
The firm and deep foundation to lay.
Still few would turn from the well-trod way
To climb the mounds of marble and clay
Which hid the work; or, if some drew near,
They only came with a stare of surprise,
Or a shrug or sigh for its form or size.
V.
That man, too, now on the monument resting,—