Here let me sit upon this massy stone,

The marble column's yet unshaken base;

Here, son of Saturn! was thy favourite throne: [4.B.]

Mightiest of many such! Hence let me trace

The latent grandeur of thy dwelling-place.

It may not be: nor ev'n can Fancy's eye

Restore what Time hath laboured to deface.

Yet these proud Pillars claim no passing sigh;

Unmoved the Moslem sits, the light Greek carols by.