XIX
The Hittite is no longer. Babylon
Has gone into the silence of the sand.
Mirage-like in the Syrian desert stand
The pillars of Palmyra. Greece is gone.
And where for generations softly shone
The drowsy Pax Romana, sea and land
Mouth at the fragile landmarks Hadrian planned.
The State departs for ever: Man lives on.
And England, would’st thou live, it can but be
As thou, a spirit, in the restlessness
Of thine abundant strength on land and sea
Becom’st the spirit’s vehicle and dress,
Attaining in the measure of thy span
The spirit’s measure in the Perfect Man.
Hesepe, 21st July