The tomb of all her glory waned from the land;
Her broken, marble-pillared fanes shall stand,
And move the unborn to marvelings and to tears
For so much beauty waned in such decay.
Yet see, his vision brightens! Wane away
You barren ages! Speed, you desolate years!
Give place, sad night-time, to the dawn of day!
Hellas shall fall indeed; Athens shall wane,
Yet shall be born again! Greece born again,
Athens reborn in unknown lands, shall rise!