Excerpt from Constantine the Great: A Tragedy Lover of Greece, her laughter and her tears, Brave land that heals the spirit's broken wings, Where long you wander, washing all your yearsFrom sordid aims with high imaginings, No token this, no lute nor magic shellTo lisp of her still glowing songs and seas: One flower I pluck, one fadeless asphodel, -Her brave, her ever fresh fidelities. Bright morning isles of Beauty, still they shine, -Simois lapt in leaves, and fair Troezen, And white Colonus where the rivers twineWhose wave makes wet the jonquil's skirt of green. -A lone tower rocking with a jangled bellUpon the marge of tempest tortured seas, -Who will give ear to this wild tale I tellOf faiths new-born and old fidelities? The groundlings pipe upon a scrannel reed;They fleer at faith, they shriek old virtues down: You keep your soul, you waver not, nor heed;Your rock shall grow its own fresh laurel crown.Come chance, come change, - time sifts and chooses well;Still old loves lighten, still the old hopes ease;The city spreads, but not the citadel, -The firm, the brave, the fair fidelities. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.