HOMEROC UNITY

The sacred keep of Ilion is rent

With trench and shaft; foiled waters wander slow

Through plains where Simois and Scamander went

To war with Gods and heroes long ago.

Not yet to tired Cassandra, lying low

In rich Mycenae, do the Fates relent:

The bones of Agamemnon are a show,

And ruined is his royal monument.

The dust and awful treasures of the Dead,

Hath Learning scattered wide, but vainly thee,

Homer, she meteth with her tool of lead,

And strives to rend thy songs; too blind to see

The crown that burns on thine immortal head

Of indivisible supremacy!