I pass each day where Dante's bones are laid:[261]A little cupola, more neat than solemn,

Protects his dust, but reverence here is paid[EJ]To the Bard's tomb, and not the Warrior's column:

The time must come, when both alike decayed,

The Chieftain's trophy, and the Poet's volume,

Will sink where lie the songs and wars of earth,

Before Pelides' death, or Homer's birth.