"My sick heart shows

That I must yield my body to the earth,

And, by my fall, the conquest to my foe.

Thus yields the cedar to the axe's edge,

Whose arms gave shelter to the princely eagle;

Under whose shade the ramping lion slept:

Whose top-branch overpeer'd Jove's spreading tree,

And kept low shrubs from winter's powerful wind." - ₿illy S