state that at the present there appears no probability

And whether, likewise, any end shall be

How far the ramparts of the world can still

Outstand this strain of ever-roused motion,

Or whether, divinely with eternal weal

Endowed, they can through endless tracts of age

Glide on, defying the o'er-mighty powers

What man is there whose mind with dread of gods

Cringes not close, whose limbs with terror-spell