Hearing the dawn-wind stir,
Know that the present strength of night is broke
Though no dawn threaten her
Till dawn’s appointed hour—so Virgil died,
Aware of change at hand, and prophesied
Change upon all the Eternal Gods had made
And on the Gods alike—
Fated as dawn but, as the dawn, delayed
Till the just hour should strike—
A Star new-risen above the living and dead;