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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=507843" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Prophetic Bard's Oration: From A Faun's Holiday</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Be warned! I feel the world grow old, <br>And off Olympus fades the gold <br>Of the simple passionate sun; <br>And the Gods wither one by one; <br>Proud-eyed Apollo's bow is broken, <br>And throned Zeus nods nor may be woken <br>But by the song of spirits seven <br>Quiring in the midnight heaven <br>Of a new world no more forlorn, <br>Sith unto it a Babe is born, <br>That in a propped, thatched stable lies, <br>While with darkling, reverent eyes <br>Dusky Emperors, coifed in gold, <br>Kneel mid the rushy mire, and hold <br>Caskets of rubies, urns of myrrh, <br>Whose fumes enwrap the thurifer <br>And coil toward the high dim rafters <br>Where, with lutes and warbling laughters, <br>Clustered cherubs of rainbow feather, <br>Fanning the fragrant air together, <br>Flit in jubilant holy glee, <br>And make heavenly minstrelsy <br>To the Child their Sun, whose flow <br>Bathes them His cloudlets from below . . . . <br>Long shall this chimed accord be heard, <br>Yet all earth hushed to His first word: <br>Then shall be seen Apollo's car <br>Blaze headlong like a banished star; <br>And the Queen of heavenly Loves <br>Dragged downward by her dying doves; <br>Vulcan, spun on a wheel, shall track <br>The circle of the zodiac; <br>Silver Artemis be lost, <br>To the polar blizzards tossed; <br>Heaven shall curdle as with blood; <br>The sun be swallowed in the flood; <br>The universe be silent save <br>For the low drone of winds that lave <br>The shadowed great world's ashen sides <br>As through the rustling void she glides. <br>Then shall there be a whisper heard <br>Of the Grave's Secret and its Word, <br>Where in black silence none shall cry <br>Save those who, dead-affrighted, spy <br>How from the murmurous graveyeards creep <br>The figures of eternal sleep. <br>Last: when 'tis light men shall behold, <br>Beyond the crags, a flower of gold <br>Blossoming in a golden haze, <br>And, while they guess Zeus' halls now blaze, <br>Shall in the blossom's heart descry <br>The saints of a new hierarchy! ' </div><div style="margin:10px 0">He ceased . . . and in the morning sky <br>Zeus' anger threatened murmurously. <br>I sped away. The lightning's sword <br>Stabbed on the forest. But the word <br>Abides with me. I feel its power <br>Most darkly in the twilit hour, <br>When Night's eternal shadow, cast <br>Over earth hushed and pale and vast, <br>Darkly foretells the soundless Night <br>In which this orb, so green, so bright, <br>Now spins, and which shall compass her <br>When on her rondure nought shall stir <br>But snow-whorls which the wind shall roll <br>From the Equator to the Pole . . . . <br>For everlastingly there is <br>Something Beyond, Behind: I wis <br>All Gods are haunted, and there clings, <br>As hounds behind fled sheep, the things <br>Beyond the Universe's ken: <br>Gods haunt the Half-Gods, Half-Gods men, <br>And Man the brute. Gods, born of Night <br>Feel a blacker appetite <br>Gape to devour them; Half-Gods dread <br>But jealous Gods; and mere men tread <br>Warily lest a Half-God rise <br>And loose on them from empty skies <br>Amazement, thunder, stark affright, <br>Famine and sudden War's thick night, <br>In which loud Furies hunt the Pities <br>Through smoke above wrecked, flaming cities. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">For Pan, the Unknown God, rules all. <br>He shall outlive the funeral, <br>Change, and decay, of many Gods, <br>Until he, too, lets fall his rods <br>Of viewless power upon that minute <br>When Universe cowers at Infinite!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Robert+Nichols">Robert Nichols</a><div class=q>
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And off Olympus fades the gold 
Of the simple passionate sun; 
And the Gods wither one by one; 
Proud-eyed Apollo's bow is broken, 
And throned Zeus nods nor may be woken 
But by the song of spirits seven 
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