What do the mountains above the clouds do?
What Olympic secrets do they there shroud to
Hide from us our insignificance
And keep us in delightful ignorance?
What do the oceans conceal in the deep?
What clues to greatness do they there keep
Safe from our obtuse conjecture
Among fish and ancient architecture?
And what do the stars whisper at night?
What tales do they tell with shimmering light
Of artists and dreamers and poets to come
Who will fashion a new Byzantium?