Tower'd Cities Please Us Then,

What Is Strength Without A Double Share Of Wisdom?

The Bird Of Jove, Stoop'd From His Aery Tour, Two Birds Of Gayest Plume Before Him Drove.

Leaves Have Their Time To Fall, And Flowers To Wither At The North - Wind's Breath, And Stars To Set; But All, Thou Hast All Seasons For Thine Own, O Death!

My Sentence Is For Open War.

Come Knit Hands, And Beat The Ground In A Light Fantastic Round