Ok, a hint then

"Gleam on gleam in the veiled dawn

The feet of the Gods are but half withdrawn;

The Colour fringes their garments' hem,

And the stones of the desert remember them.

Where the white mists enfold each hill

Lingers their brooding presence still;

Still, though the glory of Thebes be done,

The twin Colossi salute the sun.

Lure on lure at the break of morn

The earth lies fair as the earth was born,

And the old Gods walk in the mist and the dew

Of an ancient splendour for ever new."