Olympus alone
Of earth’s glories is taken
For deity’s throne |
Deep-frozen, storm-shaken.
What glories are shown
When their slumbers awaken !
The avalanche thunders adown, and the gods of the gods
are forsaken.
To mortals your voices
Are mighty and glad.
The maiden rejoices :
The man is grown mad
For love, and his choice is
The choice of a lad
When a virgin first smiles on his suit, and the summer
for envy is sad.
Wan grows Aphrodite,
And Artemis frail;
Apollo less mighty,
Iacchus too pale.
Dark Hades grows bright, he
Alone may avail
When the god and the mortal are one, as the mountain
is one with the gale. ,
THE CHILDREN OF EARTH
Our hair deep laden with the scent of earth,
The colour of her rosy body’s birth,
Our mother, lady and life of all that is divine ;
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