In brass; dark iron slept within the mine.
They by each other’s hands inglorious fell,
In freezing darkness plunged, the house of hell:
Fierce though they were, their mortal course was run;
Death gloomy seized, and snatch’d them from the sun.
Them when th’ abyss had cover’d from the skies,
Lo! the fourth age on nurturing earth arise:
Jove form’d the race a better, juster line;
A race of heroes and of stamp divine:
Lights of the age that rose before our own;