And Fame, ah Fame! her towers are but a tomb—
Star-set on dwindling heights of starry ground.
"And thou art done and being done must die,
Endeavor being dead and energy
Slain, a wild bird that beat bars to be free,
Despairing perished, finding life a lie."
VI.
IF thou wouldst know the Beautiful that breathes
Consanguined with young Earth, go seek!—but seek