 | A Lost Epic and Other Poems |  |
“What is it thou canst see? Look forth again.”
“I see a marble temple, white and fair.
The black waves lash the steps. In mad despair
The priests are flinging to the roaring sea
Their gods of gold and silver. Now they flee;
They seek the clefts o' the rocks. They flee, they seek
Refuge from rocky cleft and rugged peak.
They howl with terror.”
The black waves lash the steps. In mad despair
The priests are flinging to the roaring sea
Their gods of gold and silver. Now they flee;
They seek the clefts o' the rocks. They flee, they seek
Refuge from rocky cleft and rugged peak.
They howl with terror.”
| A Lost Epic and Other Poems | |