From mace and sword and pole-axe, long ago

When gods and giants warred. We rode between

The seaweed-covered pillars, and the green

And surging phosphorus alone gave light

On our dark pathway, till a countless flight

Of moonlit steps glimmered; and left and right

Dark statues glimmered over the pale tide

Upon dark thrones. Between the lids of one

The imaged meteors had flashed and run

And had disported in the stilly jet,