Ancient of days! august Athena! where,[do]

Where are thy men of might? thy grand in soul?

Gone—glimmering through the dream of things that were:[dp]

First in the race that led to Glory's goal,

They won, and passed away—is this the whole?

A schoolboy's tale, the wonder of an hour!

The Warrior's weapon and the Sophist's stole[114]

Are sought in vain, and o'er each mouldering tower,

Dim with the mist of years, gray flits the shade of power.[dq]