That filled your soul's delightful sails
Shook my faint spirit's shrouds.
There where the æons still emboss
Cromlech and cairn and tufa crown
With lichen cold and stag-horn moss
And callous suns cross and recross,
You paused, and I looked down
And saw the straight strait Roman road,
The entangling lanes, our wayward track
And vestiges of all who strode