HELLAS (Percy B. Shelley, 1792 – 1822)
The world’s great age begins anew, the golden years return, the earth doth like a snake renew, her winter weeds outworn: Heaven smiles, and faiths and empires gleam ….
A brighter Hellas rears its mountains, From waves serener far; A new Peneus rolls his fountains, Against the morning star; Where fairer Tempes bloom, there sleep, Young Cyclads on a sunnier deep. ….
Another Athens shall arise, And to remoter time, Bequeath, like sunset to the skies, The splendor of its prime; And leave, if naught, so bright may live, All earth can take or Heaven can give.