Dost seek these homes with hostile sword and brand?
Wilt thou avail to batter down these walls
Which great Amphion built, these mighty walls,
Whose stones no human hand e'er set in place,
The huge weights moving by the creaking crane—
But, marshaled by the strains of song and harp,
The stones, e'en to the topmost turret's round,570
Moved of their own accord—wouldst shatter these?
As victor wilt thou bear away the spoils?
And shall rough soldiery lead off in chains