The Bride of Abydos 2-04
  
CANTO THE SECOND.

IV.

The night hath closed on Helle's stream,
Nor yet hath risen on Ida's hill
That moon, which shoon on his high theme:
No warrior chides her peaceful beam,
But conscious shepherds bless it still.
Their flocks are grazing on the mound
Of him who felt the Dardan's arrow;
That mighty heap of gather'd ground
Which Ammon's son ran proudly round,
By nations raised, by monarchs crown'd,
Is now a lone and nameless barrow!
Within - thy dwelling-place how narrow?
Without - can only strangers breathe
The name of him that was beneath:
Dust long outlasts the storied stone;
But Thou - thy very dust is gone!

George Gordon Byron, Lord Byron (1788-1824) ByronLong