There shall be war: Athens stoops not to a peace
Ignoble, though the untamed Lakonian bands
Be loosed against her, and a hundred lands
Enleague with Lakedaimon; yea, though all Greece
Compass her splendor round with threatened doom—
War shall it be.
Therewith a gathering gloom
Enfolds their vision, and their chief of seers
Makes known the menace of the darkening years—
Greece shall fall; ruined fanes shall mark her tomb,