A ROMAN Master stands on Grecian ground, <br />And to the people at the Isthmian Games <br />Assembled, He, by a herald's voice, proclaims <br />THE LIBERTY OF GREECE:--the words rebound <br />Until all voices in one voice are drowned; <br />Glad acclamation by which air was rent! <br />And birds, high-flying in the element, <br />Dropped to the earth, astonished at the sound! <br />Yet were the thoughtful grieved; and still that voice <br />Haunts, with sad echoes, musing Fancy's ear: <br />Ah! that a 'Conqueror's' words should be so dear: <br />Ah! that a 'boon' could shed such rapturous joys! <br />A gift of that which is not to be given <br />By all the blended powers of Earth and Heaven.<br /><br />William Wordsworth<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/on-a-celebrated-event-in-ancient-history/
