Know then whilst thou art Monarch here, there stand
Helps for the future many at command.
Then, while thou canst, employ them to adorn
That island, whither thou must once be borne.
Unbuilt and waste and barren now that strand,
There gush no fountains from the thirsty sand,
No groves of palm-trees have been planted there,
Nor plants of odorous scent embalm that air,
While all alike have shunned to contemplate
That they should ever change their flattering state.