The world's great age begins anew,
    The golden years return, 
The earth doth like a snake renew
    Her winter weeds outworn: 
Heaven smiles, and faiths and empires gleam,
Like wrecks of a dissolving dream.

A brighter Hellas rears its mountains
    From waves serener far; 
A new Peneus rolls his fountains
    Against the morning star. 
Where fairer Tempes bloom, there sleep
Young Cyclads on a sunnier deep.

Another Athens shall arise,
    And to remoter time 
Bequeath, like sunset to the skies,
    The splendour of its prime; 
And leave, if nought so bright may live,
All earth can take or Heaven can give.

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