Look, now Excellence
Honors Aeacus' island,
Harbor of fame,
And steers his town
In the roads of Glory
Glad for wreaths,
And sound Order
With solemn rites,
Who wards in peace
The cities of reverent men.
We are nothing; less than nothing,
and dreams. We are only what might
have been, and must wait upon the
tedious shores of Lethe millions
of ages before we have existence
and a name.
Bacchylides
Complete Poems
Nemean Ode for Pytheas
of Aegina (Pancratium)
[fragment]
Robert Fagles, translation
450 BC
op. cit.
Charles Lamb
Elia
Dream-Children:
A Reverie
1822
op. cit.
Intrepid, NYYC
Defender of America's Cup
1967 and 1970
