Cxi

But are they only temples that subdivide, collapse, And tower again, transformed? Academies, perhaps! Domes where dwells Learning, seats of Science, bower and hall Which house Philosophy--do these, too, rise and fall, Based though foundations be on steadfast mother-earth, With no chimeric claim to supermundane birth, No boast that, dropped from cloud, they did not grow from ground? Why, these fare worst of all! these vanish and are found Nowhere, by who tasks eye some twice within his term Of threescore years and ten, for tidings what each germ Has burgeoned out into, whereof the promise stunned His ear with such acclaim,--praise-payment to refund The praisers, never doubt, some twice before they die Whose days are long i' the land.