text:    So in Pieria, from the wedded bliss
  Of Time and Memory, the Muses came
  To be the means of rich oblivion,
  And rest from cares.  And when the Thunderer
  Took heaven, then the Titans warred on him
  For pity of mankind. But the great law,
  Which is the law of music, not of bread,
  Set Atlas for a pillar, manacled
  His brother to the rocks of the Scythia,
  And under Aetna fixed the furious Typhon.
  So should thought rule, not force. And Amphion,
  Pursuing justice, entered Thebes and slew
  His mother's spouse; but when he would make sure
  And fortify the city, then he took
  The lyre that Hermes gave, and played, and watched
  The stones move and assemble, till a wall
  Engirded Thebes and kept the citadel
  Beyond the reach of arrows and of fire.
  What other power but harmony can build
  A city, and what gift so magical
  As that by which a city lifts its walls?
  So men, in years to come, shall feel the power
  Of this man moving through the high-ranged thought
  Which plans for beauty, builds for larger life.
  The stones shall rise in towers to answer him.