The Immortality of Might

The fortress proud, the haughty wall

With frowning gate — they shake, they fall;

Kings, kingdoms — as a dream they pass,

They are as wind-waves on the grass.

Passes the last remembrancer

To tell us that the mighty were;

In death's one trench shall Shakespeare lie,

The common night close Caesar's eye.

Believe it not. Once might has birth,

It dwells forever in the earth.

Does glory flame, there Shakespeare is;

Caesar strives yet — that wreath is his.