A god of old barbaric mysteries.
Maybe he lived a life of lies and lust,
Maybe his bones are now but scattered dust;
Yet, for a moment he was life supreme
Exultant and unchallenged: and my rhyme
Would set him safely out of reach of time
In that old heaven where things are what they seem.
OBLIVION
Near the great pyramid, unshadowed, white,
With apex piercing the white noon-day blaze.