Charles Wharton Stork

Day Dreams of Greece Charles Wharton Stork

To Zeus Written in the Vale of Tempe Ah no, thou art not dead. The dimming years Have cast no shadow on thy tranquil brow, Although perchance our eyes are blinded now By swirling dust of sophist doubts and fears. Yet here to me thy form serene appears Majestic as of old, when on the prow Of chafing Argo Jason made his vow To thee amid the Greeks resounding cheers. There stands thy dais with its mantle white, These plane trees are thy flowing garments hem, And thou art here. The creature of a day Looks and believes. Time sveil before his sight Sweeps back; he sees thy robe, thy diadem, And feels that thou hast never passed away.
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