Disposing all, the elder Gods he purposeth to show

How strong is that right arm wherewith he smites a foe.

There hath gone up a cry from earth, a groaning for the fall

Of things of old renown and shapes majestical,

And for thy passing an exceeding bitter groan;

For thee and for thy brother Gods whose honour was thine own:

These things all they who dwell in Asia's holy seat,

Time's minions, mourn and with their groans thy groans repeat.