Collected poems of Herman Melville | ||
SUGGESTED BY THE RUINS OF A MOUNTAIN-TEMPLE IN ARCADIA, ONE BUILT BY THE ARCHITECT OF THE PARTHENON
Like stranded ice when freshets die
These shattered marbles tumbled lie:
They trouble me.
These shattered marbles tumbled lie:
They trouble me.
What solace?—Old in inexhaustion,
Interred alive from storms of fortune,
The quarries be!
Interred alive from storms of fortune,
The quarries be!
Collected poems of Herman Melville | ||