Its song unheard, its word unheeded
By crocodile or priest.
The song you sang on Lesbos when
Atthis was kind, or Mica sad;
The startled whale spewed Jonah wide,
From out the monster mummified
Your roses sing again.
Your roses! from the seven strands
Of the small harp whereon they grew;
The holy beast has had his pleasure,