Yonder aloft upon the airy height,
Mine eyes may scarce arrive at thy still light![11]
(g) Hear, O ye Lemnians, hear a full brief word
Before I go, for surely from this day
My voice shall be a silence on your rocks,
My face a dimness with a few old men
Remembered hardly. As day fathers day
’Tis meet my memory pass; ay, meet that all
Change and be changed. So roll the stars along
And the great world is crown’d with silent lights