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 | The Poems of Richard Watson Gilder |  |
“THE WHITE CITY”
(THE COLUMBIAN EXPOSITION)
I
Greece was; Greece is no more.Temple and town
Have crumbled down;
Time is the fire that hath consumed them all.
Statue and wall
In ruin strew the universal floor.
II
Greece lives, but Greece no more!Its ashes breed
The undying seed
Blown westward till, in Rome's imperial towers,
Athens reflowers;
Still westward—lo, a veiled and virgin shore!
III
Say not, “Greece is no more.”Through the clear morn
On light winds borne
Her white-winged soul sinks on the New World's breast.
Ah! happy West—
Greece flowers anew, and all her temples soar!
IV
One bright hour, then no moreShall to the skies
These columns rise.
202
Onward shall speed,
Quickening the land from lake to ocean's roar.
V
Art lives, tho' Greece may neverFrom the ancient mold
As once of old
Exhale to heaven the inimitable bloom;
Yet from that tomb
Beauty walks forth to light the world forever!
| The Poems of Richard Watson Gilder | |