Chapter 6 No.6

There where our east looks always to thy west,

Our mornings to thine evenings, Greece to thee,

These lights that catch the mountains crest by crest,

Are they of stars or beacons that we see?

Taygetus takes here the winds abreast,

And there the sun resumes Thermopyl?;

The light is Athens where those remnants rest,

And Salamis the sea-wall of that sea.

The grass men tread upon

Is very Marathon,

The leaves are of that time-unstricken tree

That storm nor sun can fret

Nor wind, since she that set

Made it her sign to men whose shield was she;

Here, as dead time his deathless things,

Eurotas and Cephisus keep their sleepless springs.