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DANCERS IN THE SUN, by            
First Line: The dancers all are gone from sacred groves
Last Line: There will be men to reverence the sun.
Subject(s): Sun


The dancers all are gone from sacred groves.
Across the flagged floors of temple halls
No dancer in a solemn rhythm moves,
And never drum nor cymbal clangor falls
Upon the ears of worshippers of God!
The fetish celebrants -- aye, every man --
Have vanished and are one beneath the sod
With Isis, Yahveh, Mercury and Pan.

They all are gone? Ah, no! Today I heard
In desert villages the tom-toms beat.
I saw red bodies moving one by one
And heard the rattle of the sacred gourd.
While still he showers the promise of his heat,
There will be men to reverence the sun.





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