STATUES of fauns and wrestlers, Marble-chill nereids, Centaurs, bacchante, Aloof you look and lonely, Stripped exiles from those sapphire coasts Of long ago. Ye carven gods and symbols Of occult things and awful, Serapis, Pallas, Peitho, Speechless you stand and humbled, Without one kneeling suppliant Or votive lamp aglow. Where are your fluted temples Of Paestum or Girgenti, Altar and wreathed oxen, Veiled whirling priestesses And the vase-bearing worshipers Shouting Aioh? Instead, a rigid hallway Where, pagan, antique, wistful, You stand, stared at and jostled By mad new hurrying peoples With pinched and smileless visages Who do not know. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...NON SUM QUALIS ERAM BONAE SUB REGNO CYNARAE by ERNEST CHRISTOPHER DOWSON BOSTON HYMN; READ IN MUSIC HALL, JANUARY 1, 1863 by RALPH WALDO EMERSON THE ROPEWALK by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW THE DAY OF JUDGEMENT; AN ODE ATTEMPTED IN ENGLISH SAPPHIC by ISAAC WATTS A TURKISH LEGEND by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH SONNETS OF MANHOOD: SONNET 24. BALCOMBE FOREST by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) |