When Phillis died; and Syrinx’ reed,
Like sprung of legendary seed,
The sun’s broad flower, that shows his flame
And blooms in Clyte’s sculptured fame.
Amidst them fair and high uprose
The carven images of those
That wrought with men for good or ill,
And gave good gifts, and god-like skill,
And reverence had upon the earth—
Yea, still, in all man’s strife and mirth