Stared from a human house
Your death was ominous
So formal. With Madrid
fell and encircled head,
And the wide windows lost their light.

Though he for armour wears
The mail of hexameters,
Syllable and story
To spell war's history

And the white walls of Hellas
Saved once by a sad chorus,
Make an immortal statement,
His plea was impotent.

Songs may no more protect
The passionate intellect,
Nor violence be moved
By an eternal gift;
An insect eye adjusts the sight.