I Wrought them like a targe of hammered gold
On which all Troy is battling round and round;
Or Circe’s cup, embossed with snakes that wound
Through buds and myrtles, fold on scaly fold;
Or like gold coins, which Lydian tombs may hold
Stamped with winged racers, in the old red ground;
Or twined gold armlets from the funeral mound
Of some...