The North Transept: The Psalms XXIII

Then the old world with fabled heroes rung,
Men like to gods, and gods more frail than they ;
O'er his lone harp the great Pelides hung,
Sitting by Ocean's solitary spray ;
And the fam'd Bard from Chios bent his way;
Of mighty wars the marvellous minstrel told,
Earth and Heaven leagu'd in battailous affray,
Prowess in arms and high achievements bold,
And that his homeless chief in wanderings grown old.