A star to flash in an Iliad

From Gaudy Night by Dorothy L. Sayers.  Page 48.

There is a lot poetry quoted, I sense, mostly Elizabethan.

The word and nought else

in time endures.

Not you long after,

perished and mute

will last, but the defter

viol and lute,

Hmm.  Can't place it.

Its from Iliad by Humbert Wolfe, a contemporary of Sayer's.  I see I have a couple of his poems in my anthology.  I especially like

Epigram

By Humbert Wolfe

You cannot hope to bribe or twist,

thank God! the British journalist.

But, seeing what the man will do

unbribed, there's no occasion to.

Anyway, The full Iliad, making the argument that poetry endures whereas passing human emotions and events are nought else.  

Iliad 

by Humbert Wolfe

False dreams, all false,

mad heart, were yours.

The word, and nought else,

in time endures.

Not you long after,

perishded and mute,

will last, but the defter

viol and lute.

Sweetely they'll trouble

the listeners

with the cold dropped pebble

of painless verse.

Not you will be offered,

but the poet's false pain.

Mad heart, you have suffered,

and loved in vain.

What joy doth Helen

or Paris have

where these lie still in

a nameless grave?

Her beauty's a wraith

and the boy Paris

muffles in death

his mouth's cold cherries.

Aye! these are less,

that were love's summer,

than old gold phrase

of old blind Homer?

Not Helen's wonder

nor Paris stirs,

but the bright untender

hexameters.

And thus, all passion

is nothing made,

but a star to flash in

an Iliad.

Mad heart, you were wrong!

No love of yours,

but only what is sung,

when love's over, endures.