And lean Menelaus is smiling sleet.
And the captains chuckle, counting their scars,
For the hosts of the earth have finished their wars
And Helen and Troy are cold as the stars.
Waves in the dusk with a sound like tears
(And the deep tide foaming and flowing)
Saying one name for a thousand years!
(And the wind of Fate is blowing!)
Like air beaten by swords, like the long cry
Of an old trumpet harsh with rust and gold