The sea around, walled in on every side,
His proud heart broke, and so the hero died.
Within this marble rest the mummied bones
Of him who held in life a dozen thrones;
Approach with awe and reverential tread,
Here sleeps the mightiest of the living—dead.
THE SORROWS GRIM WANT IMPOSES.
’Neath the sorrows that grim want imposes,
Imperious stalks decay;