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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=464749" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>To the Old Gods</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">O YE, who rode the gales of Sicily, <br>Sandalled with flame, <br>Spread on the pirate winds; o ye who broke <br>No wind-flower as ye came-- <br>Though Pelion shivered when the thunder spoke <br>The gods' decree!--</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Into the twilight of the ancient days <br>Have not ye flown!-- <br>Ye, whom the happy Greeks inspired hand <br>Struck from the frenzied stone: <br>That, ye withdrawn, your images should stand <br>To take their praise.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Smeared into clay, and frozen into stone! <br>Ye, that do now <br>Face eyes unworshipful in plunder's halls, <br>Mutilate, with marred brow: <br>Broken and maimed: couched along alien walls <br>In lands unknown.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O gracious ones! No more, no more, shall ye <br>Spread wing above <br>Perilous Ossa! No more wring delight <br>From pool and golden grove: <br>No more beneath your fire-shod feet in flight <br>Shall hiss the sea.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The thuunder shall not groan between your breasts, <br>Nor lightning writhe <br>Barbed in your clutch; no worshippers shall trace <br>Your steps in grove and hithe. <br>No more 'thwart skies your golden stallions race <br>On mighty quests.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And yet what fane, what column, rises now <br>To save or shine: <br>What temple travails at such quickening feet, <br>What wing-tip seeds a shrine: <br>What god hath bid us build in wold or street, <br>Such breast and brow?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">What have our wisdom and our worship done <br>To raise such gods? <br>To quench the ruined eyes of Parthenon <br>What newer beauty nods, <br>And shames the wreckless brow that stares upon <br>The amazèd sun?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Held up in arms of columns white as flowers, <br>You faced the sea, <br>With your great breasts for glory passioning,-- <br>For mortal's victory; <br>Not 'neath occaisonal thin spires that spring <br>From streets of ours,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Hooding the dying god, whom men revile,-- <br>Who bears their sin. <br>No great winds thunder over sun-splashed thrones, <br>Our dusty shrines within, <br>Where troubled feet make groan the weary stones, <br>In hollow isle.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I, only I, kneel at forsaken shrine: <br>The lamp I bring <br>Scarce throws a shade beneath your eyelids there: <br>Forlorn the song I sing <br>To ears august, and these wrung berries bear <br>A bitter wine.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet still I kneel, poor praise to offer up <br>To each great name! <br>And I shall feel upon my brow descend <br>A sudden edge of flame. <br>Your wings shall smear these words, even as ye bend <br>To this poor cup.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Muriel+Stuart">Muriel Stuart</a><div class=q>
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Sandalled with flame, 
Spread on the pirate winds; o ye who broke 
No wind-flower as ye came-- 
Though Pelion shivered when the thunder spoke 
The gods' decree!--

Into the twilight of the ancient days 
Have no..."></div>
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