But, if their solemn love were crime,
Pity the Beauty and the Sage—
Their crime was in their darkened age.
He perished, but his wreath was won— 25
He perished in his height of fame;
Then sunk the cloud on Athens’ sun,
Yet still she conquered in his name.
Filled with his soul, she could not die;
Her conquest was posterity 30
George Croly.