Does, eagle-like, alight.
Ah! not an hour ago
Here hamlets stood, and palaces, and fields:
What man has furnished, what creation yields,
And what the earth does grow:
And now, where are they all?
Gone with the mighty, vanished with the past:
For twilight, enviously, has o'er them cast
Her black unpiercing pall,
And shut all out to sight.—