“The Sleeping Palace”

When will the hundred summers die,
     And thought and time be born again,
And newer knowledge, drawing nigh,
     Bring truth that sways the soul of men?
Here all things in their place remain,
     As all were order’d ages since.
Come, Care and Pleasure, Hope and Pain,
     And bring the fated fairy Prince.

– Alfred, Lord Tennyson, “The Sleeping Palace