But lost his sense of honour.
In days like those,
Deceit and violence gave the rule of life
To men once wise and generous; they were poor,
And they had power: Opinion, far away
Raved, like the idle murmurs of the Sea,
Heard, in still summer evenings, from a hill.
Blame them not over harshly; skill and valour
Give power, which, even when marred and mixed with wrong,
May bless those who abide its visitings.