In halls of marble, echoes of the past,
Where wisdom and art were unsurpassed,
The melodies of lyres filled the air,
A symphony of grace, beyond compare.

Scholars pondered truths of time,
Philosophers in discourse, so sublime,
Sculptors carved their timeless dreams,
In every chisel, a story redeems.

The gods looked down from heights above,
Bestowing mortals with endless love,
In temples grand, their spirits soared,
With offerings and prayers, they adored.

Oh Classical Era, golden and bright,
Your legacy endures in the light,
Of every thought, and every art,
Forever cherished in the human heart.