Chapter XVI

Of Fate. Alas! and we shall follow soon Into the night eternal or the noon; The wayward daughters of the spheres return Unto the bosom of their sun or moon.

XVII

And from the last days of Thamud and 'Ad Up to the first of Hashem's fearless lad, Who smashed the idols of his mighty tribe, What idols and what heroes Death has had!

XVIII

Tread lightly, for the mighty that have been Might now be breathing in the dust unseen; Lightly, the violets beneath thy feet Spring from the mole of some Arabian queen.