And as the fair one wanders over the “mighty dead,” over “warriors,” and “sons of song” and orators—
“whose all persuading tongue
Had moved the nations with resistless sway,”
and “pale sons of science”—
“He who wandered with me in my dream
Told me their histories as we onward went,
Till the grave shone with such a hallowed beam,
Such pleasure with their memory seem’d blent
That, when we looked to heaven, our upward eyes
With no funereal sadness mock’d the skies.”