The Odysseys of Homer, together with the shorter poems

A maid of brass I am, infixed here T’ eternize honest Midus’ sepulchre; And while the stream her fluent seed receives, And steep trees curl their verdant brows with leaves, While Phœbus rais’d above the earth gives sight, And th’ humorous Moon takes lustre from his light, While floods bear waves, and seas shall wash the shore, At this his sepulchre, whom all deplore, I’ll constantly abide; all passers by Informing, “Here doth honest Midus lie.”