Rome in a Day

Or go to Rome, which is the sepulchre, Oh, not of him, but of our joy: 'tis nought That ages, empires, and religions, there Lie buried in the ravage they have wrought; For such as he can lend, - they borrow not Glory from those who made the world their prey; And he is gathered to the kings of thought Who waged contention with their time's decay, And of the past are all that cannot pass away. XLVIII, “Adonais”, Percy Bysshe Shelley, spring 1821 (An elegy on the death of John Keats)