AH, that Time could touch a form br That could show what Homer's age br Bred to be a hero's wage. br 'Were not all her life but storm br Would not painters paint a form br Of such noble lines,' I said, br 'Such a delicate high head, br All that sternness amid charm, br All that sweetness amid strength?' br Ah, but peace that comes at length, br Came when Time had touched her form.