In shards the sylvan vases lie, <br />Their links of dance undone, <br />And brambles wither by thy brim, <br />Choked fountain of the sun! <br />The spider in the laurel spins, <br />The weed exiles the flower: <br />And, flung to kiln, Apollo's bust <br />Makes lime for Mammon's tower.<br /><br />Herman Melville<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-ravaged-villa/
