Assyria and Sardis, they see their fame grow dim,
As he tumbles in the dust every dome.
At length will come an hour when the stars shall feel his power,
And he shall have his will upon the sun.
Ere we know what he’s about, the stars will be put out,
And the wonder of the show will be undone.
[The Ballad of Crossing the Brook]
Oh, it was a dainty maid that went a-Maying in the morn,