Standing on earth, not rapt above the pole, More safe I sing with mortal voice, unchanged To hoarse or mute, though fall'n on evil days, On evil days though fallen, and evil tongues.
O fall'n at length that tower of strength Which stood four-square to all the winds that blew!Tennyson
I read Of that glad year that once had been, In those fall'n leaves which kept their green, The noble letters of the dead: And strangely on the silence broke The silent-speaking words.
Fires that shook me once, but now to silent ashes fall'n away. Cold upon the dead volcano sleeps the gleam of dying day.
O how fall'n! how changed From him, who in the happy realms of light Clothed with transcendent brightness didst outshine Myriads though bright.john milton