Much have I travell’d in my antique books
And many poems short and long have read,
That recount the epic deeds of those now dead:
Brazen warriors and resourceful rooks.
Oft had I been told of a wrathful man,
Whose pride beneath the tents, and sneer of cold
Command, and grief, and speeches loud and bold
Show his author those passions well could scan.
Now on the wrinkled page this text appears:
“For know, thy blood, when next thou darest invade,
Shall stream in vengeance on my reeking blade.”
Nothing outside remains. After long years
Glory is forgotten even by shades,
Silent, upon a peak in Hades.
The quotation is from Pope's translation of the Iliad.
And on the next day I changed "After many years" to "After long years", but maybe I'll change it back—who can say?