Age Shakes Athena's Tower, But Spares Gray

I Have Seen A Thousand Graves Opened, And Always Perceived That Whatever Was Gone, The Teeth And Hair Remained Of Those Who Had Died With Them. Is Not This Odd? They Go The Very First Things In Youth And Yet Last The Longest In The Dust.

Hearts Will Break - Yet Brokenly, Live On.

Ancient Of Days! August Athena! Where, Where Are Thy Men Of Might? Thy Grand In Soul? Gone--glimmering Through The Dream Of Things That Were; First In The Race That Led To Glory's Goal, They Won, And Pass'd Away--is This The Whole?

Society Is Now One Polished Horde, Formed Of Two Mighty Tries, The Bores And Bored.

To Chase The Glowing Hours With Flying Feet.