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+<div style='text-align:center'>*** START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 75533 ***</div>
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_i">[Pg i]</span></p>
+
+
+
+<h1>Greek Wayfarers<br>
+<span class="small">and</span><br>
+Other Poems</h1>
+
+<p class="center p2">
+By<br><span class="big">
+Edwina Stanton Babcock</span>
+</p>
+
+<p class="center p4">
+<span class="big">G. P. Putnam’s Sons</span><br>
+New York and London<br>
+The Knickerbocker Press<br>
+1916<br>
+</p>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_ii">[Pg ii]</span></p>
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+
+
+<div class="chapter">
+<p class="center">
+<span class="smcap">Copyright</span>, 1916<br><span class="small">
+BY<br>
+EDWINA STANTON BABCOCK</span>
+</p>
+</div>
+<p class="center p4">
+The Knickerbocker Press, New York<br>
+</p>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_iii">[Pg iii]</span></p>
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+
+
+<div class="chapter">
+<p class="center">
+To<br>
+MARIÁNTHE<br>
+</p>
+</div>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_v">[Pg v]</span></p>
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+
+
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<p>The author believes that Greece today—largely because of her people’s
+opportunity in America—knows conscious renewal of her endless spirit
+while she still keeps wonder and glory for all who approach her.</p>
+
+<p>Whatever her destiny, her natural beauties have not betrayed her,
+and through her glorious wildness and barrens her people are looking
+outward and forward. Therefore, if these verse-pictures of ancient and
+modern Greek life bring to those familiar with Greece any refreshing
+memory and to those who do not know this beautiful country an awakened
+interest, they will justify their existence.</p></div>
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+
+<div class="chapter">
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_vii">[Pg vii]</span></p>
+
+<h2 class="nobreak" id="CONTENTS">CONTENTS</h2>
+</div>
+
+<table class="autotable">
+<tr><th></th><th class="tdr page">PAGE</th></tr>
+<tr><td>
+<span class="smcap">The Amazons at Epídauros</span>       </td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_3">3</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td>
+
+<span class="smcap">The Black Sail</span>         </td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_5">5</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td>
+
+<span class="smcap">Widowed Andromache</span>         </td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_6">6</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td>
+
+<span class="smcap">The Sacred Ship from Delos</span>         </td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_7">7</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td>
+
+<span class="smcap">The Little Shade</span>         </td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_9">9</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td>
+
+<span class="smcap">The Contrast—Volo</span>         </td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_10">10</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td>
+
+<span class="smcap">“She Had Reverence”—Volo</span>         </td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_11">11</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td>
+
+<span class="smcap">The Glory—Good-Friday Night, Athens, 1914</span>         </td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_12">12</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td>
+
+<span class="smcap">Sunset on the Acropolis</span>         </td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_15">15</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td>
+
+<span class="smcap">The Street of Shoes (Athens)</span>         </td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_16">16</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td>
+
+<span class="smcap">On the Eleusinian Way—Spring</span>         </td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_18">18</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td>
+
+<span class="smcap">In the Room of the Funeral Stelæ (Athens
+    Museum)</span>           </td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_20">20</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td>
+
+“<span class="smcap">The Seven-Stringed Mountain Lute</span>”         </td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_22">22</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td>
+
+<span class="smcap">Greek Wayfarers</span>         </td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_23">23</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td>
+
+<span class="smcap">The Threshing-Floor</span>         </td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_30">30</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td>
+
+<span class="smcap">By the Wallachian Tents—Thessaly</span>         </td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_32">32</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td>
+
+<span class="smcap">The Vale of Tempé</span>         </td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_35">35</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td>
+
+<span class="smcap">The Encounter</span>         </td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_37">37</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td>
+
+<span class="smcap">Easter Dance at Megara—First Picture</span>         </td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_40">40</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td>
+
+<span class="smcap">Easter Dance at Megara—Second Picture</span>         </td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_41">41</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td><span class="pagenum" id="Page_viii">[Pg viii]</span>
+
+<span class="smcap">Peace, 1914</span>      </td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_44">44</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td>
+
+<span class="smcap">Delphi</span>      </td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_46">46</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td>
+
+<span class="smcap">The Descent from Delphi</span>      </td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_49">49</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td>
+
+<span class="smcap">Twilight on Acro-Corinth</span>      </td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_51">51</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td>
+
+<span class="smcap">Romance</span>      </td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_53">53</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td>
+
+<span class="smcap">Night in Old Corinth</span>      </td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_55">55</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td>
+
+<span class="smcap">Aquamarine</span>      </td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_57">57</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td>
+
+<span class="smcap">The Shepherdess</span>      </td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_60">60</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td>
+
+<span class="smcap">May-Day in Kalamata</span>      </td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_63">63</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td>
+
+<span class="smcap">From the Arcadian Gate</span>      </td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_66">66</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td>
+
+<span class="smcap">The Abbess</span>      </td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_68">68</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td>
+
+<span class="smcap">Greek Farmers</span>      </td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_70">70</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td>
+
+<span class="smcap">Song</span>      </td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_73">73</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td>
+
+<span class="smcap">To the Olympian Hermes</span>      </td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_75">75</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td>
+
+<span class="smcap">Greece—1915-1916</span>      </td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_78">78</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td>
+
+<span class="smcap">The Singing Stones</span>      </td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_80">80</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td>
+
+<span class="smcap">The Old Quest</span>      </td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_83">83</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td>
+
+<span class="smcap">The Gods are not Gone, but Man is Blind</span>      </td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_86">86</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td>
+
+<span class="smcap">The Sea of Time</span>       </td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_87">87</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td>
+
+<span class="smcap">On the Thoroughfare</span>      </td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_89">89</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td>
+
+<span class="smcap">At Pæstum</span>      </td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_90">90</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td>
+
+<span class="smcap">Phidias—a Dramatic Episode</span>      </td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_95">95</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td>
+
+<span class="smcap">Epilogue</span>      </td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_118">118</a></td></tr>
+</table>
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_1">[Pg 1]</span></p>
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+
+<div class="chapter">
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_3">[Pg 3]</span></p>
+<p class="center xbig">GREEK WAYFARERS</p>
+</div>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+
+<div class="chapter">
+<h2 class="nobreak" id="TO_THE_AMAZONS_AT_EPIDAUROS">TO THE AMAZONS AT EPÍDAUROS</h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+<div class="poetry">
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">Ride, Amazons, ride!</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Militant women, careless of tunic and limb;</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Sinuous torsos, naked legs boy-like and pressed</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Close to the warm horse’s flank, while the wild battle-hymn</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Fixes the eyes with the far-reaching look of the quest;</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Caring no more for the places of mother and bride;</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Ride, Amazons, ride!</div>
+  </div>
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">Ride, Amazons, ride!</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Arrow-swift warriors galloping over the plain,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Feverish, urged ever onward with furious rage;</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">War-fretted golden-hair tangled with wind-fretted mane;</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">One-breasted heroines, vigorous, quick to engage,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Hot with the vigor of pulsating, vehement pride—</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Ride, Amazons, ride!</div>
+  </div>
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">Ride, Amazons, ride!</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Penthesilèa falls by Achilles’ drawn bow.</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Fell she, the Queen, by the white tents of bold Priam’s side?</div><span class="pagenum" id="Page_4">[Pg 4]</span>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Leaderless women, on to the battle ye go—</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Plunging on, speeding on; galloping Vengeance, astride</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Horses that feel ye victorious, with gods allied—</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Ride, Amazons, ride!</div>
+  </div>
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">Ride, Amazons, ride!</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Fearless stone-women, ardent and flushed with the race,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Gleaming like swords, ruthless of body and breast;</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Nothing shall utterly quell ye, nor wholly deface,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Ye shall ride onward forever, on ultimate quest.</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Spirited! Splendid! Time shall not turn ye aside.</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Ride, Amazons, ride!</div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+
+<div class="chapter">
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_5">[Pg 5]</span></p>
+<h2 class="nobreak" id="THE_BLACK_SAIL">THE BLACK SAIL</h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+<div class="poetry">
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">How did it seem, that warm thyme-scented day</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">When emerald figs hung swelling in the dark</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Rose-nippled glooms of laurel and of bay,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">And pomegranate flowers burned their spark</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Through cypresses, to wait ’neath temple frieze,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Scanning the hermless highways of the seas,</div>
+  </div>
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">Watching for one white canvas far away,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">And when the morning seemed to grow so late,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Going, amaracus and grapes to lay</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">With reeds and gums on Nike’s stylobate,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Muttering: “’Tis the Day—he cannot fail!”</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Then on a sudden, seeing—the black sail!</div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+
+<div class="chapter">
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_6">[Pg 6]</span></p>
+<h2 class="nobreak" id="WIDOWED_ANDROMACHE">WIDOWED ANDROMACHE</h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+<div class="poetry">
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">“Full in the morning sun I saw him first</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">And followed him through meadows, flower-massed,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">All his steep, toilsome ways, I, too, traversed;</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">After his battles all his wounds I nursed,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">From our tent gazing to the cities passed.</div>
+  </div>
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">“Then, to the Trojan walls, where battle burned</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">And every altar had a bloody rim,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">I trod his ardent footsteps, though I yearned</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">For fields so free; but until back he turned</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">My only way was onward, after him.</div>
+  </div>
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">“The summons came while I was following, true,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Eager, alert, though bruised by thorn and stone.</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Had he but paused to tell me, ere he drew</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">His cloak about him, what I was to do,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">I would have kept the path, yea, all alone!</div>
+  </div>
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">“But he was silent, answering not my woe.</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">He muffled him against my prayers and tears.</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">I raise my arms, hung with the links of years,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Hung with his broken chains, my right to show</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">But—o’er his Unknown Paths, I may not go!”</div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+
+<div class="chapter">
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_7">[Pg 7]</span></p>
+<h2 class="nobreak" id="THE_SACRED_SHIP_FROM_DELOS">THE SACRED SHIP FROM DELOS</h2>
+</div>
+
+<p class="center">(The Pilot speaks)</p>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+<div class="poetry">
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">“Strange, how I felt the homeward voyage long;</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">As I looked back to Delos o’er our wake,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">And heard the priest’s song, saw our sails out-shake</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Under the round sun hanging like a gong</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Mid-heaven. All night long I lay on deck</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Remembering how he taught us in the Porch;</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Yet, the black waters’ phosphorescent torch</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Gave me no Sign, no word in white foam-fleck.</div>
+  </div>
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">“When we passed Sunion, methought I saw</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Red fires burning ’mid the holy white</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Of sacred columns; but the Athenian law</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">I did not know! And then, the reef’s long jaw</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Foamed at us. Through the hollow night</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">We fared, unwitting; putting forth our might;</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Speeding with oars our fated way upon,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Till the white Dawn ensilvered Phaleron.</div>
+  </div>
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">“At the Piræus, when I saw the throng,—</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Crito and Phædo, there, to meet us,—I</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Gave myself no portentous reason why,</div><span class="pagenum" id="Page_8">[Pg 8]</span>
+    <div class="verse indent0">But thought: ‘He’s free!’ (Forsooth he did no wrong)</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Then I remembered lofty words he said</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Of freedom as its dangerous truth he read,—</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Great Zeus! The cowards might as well indict</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Sea-circled priest or mountain anchorite!</div>
+  </div>
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">“Crito it was who told me, voice all raw</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">With grief, and on my shoulder his kind hand:</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">He saw me flinch,—‘Tremblest?’ he said, ‘Nay, stand</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Here in the shadow. ’Twas <i>thy</i> ship they saw,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0"><i>The Sacred ship from Delos</i>, ere they gave</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">The signal for the hemlock—and his grave!</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">He drank the cup: the while, methought, thy prow</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Would have steered Hades-ward, didst thou but know.’</div>
+  </div>
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">“I made no sign. No trite word left my lip.</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">I turned from Crito, and saw Phædo, grave,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Join him. Alone, I went back to my ship,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Sails furled with garlands riding harbor-wave;</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">I looked at her, rehearsed the sacred rite,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">And purified me; set my torch alight:</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">‘Socrates! Master!’ I sobbed once; set then</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Aflame the Sacred Ship of Ill-Omen!”</div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+
+<div class="chapter">
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_9">[Pg 9]</span></p>
+<h2 class="nobreak" id="THE_LITTLE_SHADE">THE LITTLE SHADE</h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+<div class="poetry">
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">No longer that grey visage fix,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent10">Charon,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Asking me how I come to mix</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">With this pale boat-load on the Styx,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent10">Charon.</div>
+  </div>
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">I am so very small a Shade,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent10">Charon,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Holding the vase my father made</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">And toys of silver all inlaid,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent10">Charon.</div>
+  </div>
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">Ferry me to the golden trees,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent10">Charon,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">To isles of childish play and ease</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">And baths of dove-like Pleiades,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent10">Charon.</div>
+  </div>
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">Ferry me to the azure lands,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent10">Charon,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Where some dead mother understands</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">The lifting of my baby hands,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent10">Charon.</div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+
+<div class="chapter">
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_10">[Pg 10]</span></p>
+<h2 class="nobreak" id="THE_CONTRAST">THE CONTRAST</h2>
+</div>
+
+<div class="blockquot">
+
+<p>“Neither my Magnesian home, nor Demetrias, my happy country mourned
+for me, the son of Sotimos; nor did my mother Soso lament me,—for no
+weakling did I march against my foes.”—<i>From a painted stele at
+Volo, Thessaly.</i></p>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+<div class="poetry">
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">’Tis said, when young Greeks went to die,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">Greek mothers would not weep;</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">And steadfast mien and tearless eye</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">Controlled themselves to keep.</div>
+  </div>
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">Ah!—they were trained to bloody deed;</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">We—in this time so late</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">That life seemed gentle, know our breed</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">More tragically great!</div>
+  </div>
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">Had we foreseen, no tear would fall.</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">Now mothers, too, could smile ...</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Only, we proved men brave ... and dead</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">In such a little while!</div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+
+<div class="chapter">
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_11">[Pg 11]</span></p>
+<h2 class="nobreak" id="SHE_HAD_REVERENCE">“SHE HAD REVERENCE”</h2>
+</div>
+
+<div class="blockquot">
+
+<p>“O Rhadamanthos, or O Minos, if you have judged any other woman as
+of surpassing worth, so also judge this young wife of Aristomachos
+and take her to the Islands of the Blessèd. For she had reverence for
+the gods and a sense of justice sitting in council with her. Talisos,
+a Cretan city, reared her and this same earth enfolds her dead; thy
+fate, O Archidíke!”—<i>From a painted stele in the Museum at Volo.</i></p>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+<div class="poetry">
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">The dear dead women Browning drew</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Lean forth in happy watchfulness;</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">With them Rossetti’s Starry-tress:</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">And Tennyson’s royal maidens press</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">To bring you to their Sacred Few.</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Lovely companions wait for you,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Dear <i>Archidíke</i>, wife divine,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">With asphodels your locks to twine;</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Thus crowning with celestial vine</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">That noble reverence you knew!</div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+
+<div class="chapter">
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_12">[Pg 12]</span></p>
+<h2 class="nobreak" id="THE_GLORY">THE GLORY</h2>
+</div>
+
+<p class="center">Good Friday Night, Athens, 1914.</p>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+<div class="poetry">
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">Myriad candles windy flaring</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Over faces stilled in prayer;</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Silken banners, icon-bearing,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Jewelled vestments, laces rare—</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">All the people in a daze,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Walking in a candle-haze,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Of uplifted pure amaze.</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">All the people in a stream,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Crowding in an Easter dream;</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">While choragic song</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Pours from out the throng—</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">“It is the Glory—holy holiday.”</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">So, smiling, good Athenians say.</div>
+  </div>
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">Priests in choir, softly singing,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Carry the Pantokrator,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">While the city-bells are ringing</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">In their wild two-toned uproar;</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">All the people, in a mass,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">With the purple-robed Papas,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Bearing crosses made of brass,</div><span class="pagenum" id="Page_13">[Pg 13]</span>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Scarlet cap, and fustanelle,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Turkish fez, and bead, and bell,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">While choragic song</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Leads the trancèd throng.</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">“It is the Glory—holy holiday,”</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">So, smiling, good Athenians say.</div>
+  </div>
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">Colored lights, and dripping torches,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Burn on Lykabettos crags;</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">In the narrow streets and porches</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Whole-sheep roasting never flags.</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Bonfires all the country light,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Up to dark Hymettus’ height,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Making all the hillsides bright.</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Still the surging crowds advance,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Moving, moving in a trance;</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">While choragic song</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Leads the trancèd throng.</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">“It is the Glory—holy holiday,”</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">So, smiling, good Athenians say.</div>
+  </div>
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">In their wistful majesty,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">See them waiting for a sign,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Of religious unity</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">From the human or divine;</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Faithful, yearning, poor, uncouth,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Pagan-born, yet craving truth—</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Old grey-heads and stripling youth.</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">All the people in a stream,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Holding candles in a dream,</div><span class="pagenum" id="Page_14">[Pg 14]</span>
+    <div class="verse indent0">While choragic song</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Swells throughout the throng.</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">“It is the Glory—holy holiday,”</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">This, smiling, good Athenians say.</div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+
+<div class="chapter">
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_15">[Pg 15]</span></p>
+<h2 class="nobreak" id="SUNSET_ON_THE_ACROPOLIS">SUNSET ON THE ACROPOLIS</h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+<div class="poetry">
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">If ever I have freed me of all time,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Let me so free me now, that I have brought me</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Near to these hill-top temples, which have caught me</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Up to their soaring heights and Vision wrought me</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Of things serene, and stricken, and sublime.</div>
+  </div>
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">Let me, the titled, spurious Christian, face</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">This solemn wistfulness of Pagan yearning—</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">This aspiration of white columns, burning</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">With golden fires, their pillars deep inurning</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">The tragic, sunset beauty of the place.</div>
+  </div>
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">Let me stand silent, under evening skies,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Watching this radiance grown cold and hoary;</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">In death-white, black-stained ruins, read the story</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">The Parthenon tells of ancient Grecian glory,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Reiterating beauty as it dies.</div>
+  </div>
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">Let me stand silently and humbly, there,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Seeking that Unknown God Greeks apprehended;</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">That, as the temples fade, and day is ended,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">My own hope with this ancient faith be blended,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">And I be part of this eternal prayer!</div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+
+<div class="chapter">
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_16">[Pg 16]</span></p>
+<h2 class="nobreak" id="THE_STREET_OF_SHOES">THE STREET OF SHOES</h2>
+</div>
+
+<p class="center">(Athens)</p>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+<div class="poetry">
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">Now, while the Bulgars creep in stealthy crews</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">To Macedonian borders, do they stay</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">In Athens as they were one April day—</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">The busy cobblers in “The Street of Shoes”?</div>
+  </div>
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">I wonder: for the faces leaning there,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Had Oriental heat, the hands that sewed</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Had look of readiness; some skillful code</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">The hammers rapped on leather-scented air.</div>
+  </div>
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">The old shoemakers, hung about with hide</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">In cave-like booths, with beads and fringe adrip,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Muttered their restless words beneath the clip</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Of shoe-laces, or hammered, sombre-eyed;</div>
+  </div>
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">Red-capped, white-bearded, keen for petty strife,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">They hammered and they stitched; while, might and main</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Down their small, narrow, red-morocco lane,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">They cut the scarlet shoes with gleaming knife.</div>
+  </div>
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">How would it go, if mad Bulgarian hordes</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Invaded here with pillage and abuse?</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">I like to think that in the Street of Shoes</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Those old, gnarled hands would fiercely leap to swords!</div><span class="pagenum" id="Page_17">[Pg 17]</span>
+  </div>
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">I love to think how fiery faces there</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Would light like lurid skies before the storm,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">And that Athenian shoemakers would swarm</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">To guard the city with ferocious care.</div>
+  </div>
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">Then, if the foe to trample Athens choose,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">I pity them if those Greek cobblers still</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Stick to their lasts. These would not wait to spill</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">A brighter red than red-morocco shoes!</div>
+  </div>
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">Bulgars would know how nimble fingers use</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Flayed skin to keep the needles very bright;</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">They would learn much before they took their flight</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Forever from the valiant Street of Shoes!</div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+
+<div class="chapter">
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_18">[Pg 18]</span></p>
+<h2 class="nobreak" id="ON_THE_ELEUSINIAN_WAY-SPRING">ON THE ELEUSINIAN WAY—SPRING</h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+<div class="poetry">
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">Hush! Walk slowly;</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">All this winding road is holy;</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Place your votive image in a niche</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">By Pass of Daphne, where rocks forward pitch.</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Now, sit lowly—</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Under dim firs that cool the dust-white way</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Curving from Athens to Eleusis Bay.</div>
+  </div>
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">Soft! Speak lightly!</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">See’st this myriad Concourse? all the sprightly</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Luminous Mystæ? Naked flower forms</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Dancing in close commingled color-swarms</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">So brightly?</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Follow them in their green-hot Mænad flame,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Their sweet mysterious rapture of no name.</div>
+  </div>
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">Watch! Far-seeing</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Demeter’s yellow torches fitful fleeing.</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">And seed processions moving towards the shrine</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Where motion, moisture, act in soft sunshine;</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">And being</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Earth-taught, flower-figures of desire</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Sway toward white Oreads quick with fire.</div><span class="pagenum" id="Page_19">[Pg 19]</span>
+  </div>
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">Take, unceasing</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Joy of powers these Mystæ are releasing</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Eternal, they, who seem so lovely-brief.</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Soft luminous shapes of petal and of leaf</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Increasing,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">They sweep across Semele’s ancient fields</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Handing the torch the calm Earth-mother yields.</div>
+  </div>
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">Yea—the senses</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Have their holy truths and recompenses</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Sweetly simple may their teachings be</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">“Wine flashing clusters from a sacred tree”;</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Defences</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">From all our sorry wisdoms have these flowers</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Who teach deep truths with Dionysiac powers!</div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+
+<div class="chapter">
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_20">[Pg 20]</span></p>
+<h2 class="nobreak" id="IN_THE_ROOM_OF_THE_FUNERAL_STEL">IN THE ROOM OF THE FUNERAL STELÆ</h2>
+</div>
+
+<p class="center">(Athens Museum)</p>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+<div class="poetry">
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">O’er all the world I wandered with my grief,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">My human grief, that would not be forgot,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Finding no face, no word, nor any spot</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Where haunted heart and brain could find relief.</div>
+  </div>
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">Until the morning I unwitting stept</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Into the stelæ-halls and the great peace</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Of the Greek sorrow over Life’s surcease</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Enveloped me, even in woe inept.</div>
+  </div>
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">Here, marble love in simple human sense</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">To nearest friend gives earthly treasure up,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">A matron handing maid a box or cup;</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">A man from dog and slave turning him hence;</div>
+  </div>
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">A soldier springing out into the dark;</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">A wife slow fading in her husband’s arms;</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">The inexorable Fact, its vague alarms</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">And Love grown suddenly aloof and stark!</div>
+  </div>
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">Yet no breast-beating here, nor frantic woe,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Nor bitter tears, nor loud outcry of pain.</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Only the question: “Will they live again?</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Go they forever from us, when they go?”</div><span class="pagenum" id="Page_21">[Pg 21]</span>
+  </div>
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">Majestic sorrowers the figures stand,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Absorbed in contemplation of One Thing ...</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">No promises, nor priestly counselling,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Only the longing eyes and clasping hand!</div>
+  </div>
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">Down the long halls I wandered; Athens’ Spring</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Radiant without, with almonds’ rosy spray,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">And violets crowding on the hills. That day</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">My dead heart stirred to marble comforting!</div>
+  </div>
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">For the Greeks <i>knew</i>! Death is the only thing</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">That keeps its dignity. So Death they met</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Ready to pay to him a subject’s debt;</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Going out awe-struck as to meet a King.</div>
+  </div>
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">The Greeks <i>knew</i>! nothing any more can heal</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">The heart Death once despoils of sorrowing.</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">With proud simplicity they felt the sting,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Then wore the mystery like sacred seal!</div>
+  </div>
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">Calm-eyed, controlled, those marble figures gaze</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Into the depths no mortal eyes have known,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Then, Grecian head thrown back, the world is shown</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Sorrow’s transfigured face, immortal ways!</div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+
+<div class="chapter">
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_22">[Pg 22]</span></p>
+<h2 class="nobreak" id="THE_SEVEN-STRINGED_MOUNTAIN_LUTE">“THE SEVEN-STRINGED MOUNTAIN LUTE”</h2>
+</div>
+
+<div class="blockquot">
+
+<p>“Homer, Sappho, Anacreon, Pindar, Æschylus, Sophocles, Euripides, the
+very names are a song.”—M. C. M.</p>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+<div class="poetry">
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">I knew, no matter how they plucked at me</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Like golden fingers—all those cadenced names—</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">That never could I answer; for the power</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Of their majestic harmonies was perfect flower.</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">No greater song, nor lovelier verse could be</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Unless Greece lived another golden hour.</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">I tried to echo them. I vainly sought</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Timid expression of their rhythmic fire;</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">My melodies with halting effort caught</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Faintly their classic motive and desire.</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Yet, while I failed, a miracle was wrought,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Themselves did sing! Thus, humble, I was taught</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">These names that are the plectrum and the lyre.</div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+
+<div class="chapter">
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_23">[Pg 23]</span></p>
+<h2 class="nobreak" id="GREEK_WAYFARERS">GREEK WAYFARERS</h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<h3>I</h3>
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+<div class="poetry">
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">Around the Hellenic coast the dark-blue bands</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Of circling waters, like a loin-cloth, wind</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">The stalwart nakedness of seaward lands;</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Bronze crag, and beach, and rock and terrace bind</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">As foreground for the somber swelling tent</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Of purple mountain. On the morning sky</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Pale azure summits, with their sides snow-rent,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Loom in the distance; slowly, solemnly,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">The coasts of Greece define; their misty chains</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Backed by soft clouds and silver sky-moraines.</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">While we sail on, reverent vision-sharers,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">To read the romance of the Greek Wayfarers!</div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+
+<h3>II</h3>
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+<div class="poetry">
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">Those serrate ridges toward the southward brew</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Grape-colored mist, snow-frothed; the foamy crest</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Of Mount Taÿgetos bursts on the blue</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Peloponnesian pinnacles, repressed</div><span class="pagenum" id="Page_24">[Pg 24]</span>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Back of fair bays and coasts. Rich lands of corn,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">“Slopes that the Spartans loved,” the Headlands Three</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Hide from the eye; but nearer shores forlorn</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Wounded and Ancient, scarred of rock and tree</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Looming beyond the starry-clustered Isles,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Where fire-blue waters surge on circled strand,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Lead to far cliffs, which once were beacon-bearers</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">In early wars, for early Greek Wayfarers.</div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+
+<h3>III</h3>
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+<div class="poetry">
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">Each azure-rippled, rock-encrusted beach</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Tells of the dusky, strong Phœnician sails</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">That came from Sidon, passed the stormy reach,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">And touched at islands, dark as wave-tossed bales</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Left floating in the murex-stainèd sea</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Where restless fishers, full of dawning schemes</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Cruised in the tunny waters; sailing free,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Drawn by the Tyrian Purple to new dreams.</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Adventurers, traders, heard the sailor-boasts</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Of civilized beginnings on the coasts,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">And in black vessels brought the new Space-Darers</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Whose reckless sea-paths made them Greek Wayfarers!</div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+</div>
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_25">[Pg 25]</span></p>
+
+<h3>IV</h3>
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+<div class="poetry">
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">Thus rovers came, and dark-skinned traders planned</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">New villages by fertile pasture lures</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">In lonely valleys; by succeeding hands</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Minoan vases, Mycenean ewers</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Were fashioned; then the tribes fought hill by hill,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">And coast by coast, for wealth, till Knossos’ tombs</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">And Tiryns’ palaces had dawning skill</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Of goldsmith and of craftsman in their glooms.</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">The legends grew, the wooden statues raised</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">New, mystic Cults. Where rams and young kids grazed</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Distaffs sprang up, and primitive sheep-shearers</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Brought snowy fleece to clothe the Greek Wayfarers.</div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+
+<h3>V</h3>
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+<div class="poetry">
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">Delphi, Eleusis, guided human awe</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">By mystic voices and by legend thrill;</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Then, one by one, came templed porch and floor</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Gleaming by sea or on some fir-crowned hill.</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Far back in forest, or on Islands, rose</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Transcendent loveliness of chiselled stone,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">And in the secret shrine Artemis chose</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">To hear, or not to hear, the victim’s moan.</div><span class="pagenum" id="Page_26">[Pg 26]</span>
+    <div class="verse indent0">The entrails burned; worshippers at the feet</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Of Gold-Apollo knew the saving-sweet</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Comfort of God-in-life, evolved from terrors</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Of Nature-forces by the Greek Wayfarers.</div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+
+<h3>VI</h3>
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+<div class="poetry">
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">And then the restless ichor in Greek veins</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Created dreams of new posterity,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">And mother-cities planning greater gains</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Sent emigrants exploring on the sea.</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Before Ionians, strange Æolians went.</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">To Chalcedon came “œkist” altar-fire;</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Silver, and iron, and flax, for commerce sent</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Dorians roving with renewed desire;</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">And coins and woolens, pottery and dyes,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Marked with age-seal each eager new emprise;</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">And shrines and temples followed all the eras</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Of settled colonies of Greek Wayfarers.</div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+
+<h3>VII</h3>
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+<div class="poetry">
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">To vale and coppice, every forest place,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Came note of Syrinx and the sound of flutes;</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">And golden ball and pomegranate trace</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">On priestly robes; and ’mid the cool volutes</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Were public treasures heaped; the Councils met;</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Athens and Corinth grew to haughty names,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">And glorious youths and lovely boys were set</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">To daring deeds at the Olympic Games.</div><span class="pagenum" id="Page_27">[Pg 27]</span>
+    <div class="verse indent0">By mountain paths and solitudes they trod,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">They set the votive offerings to their god</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Invoking glory—happy olive-wearers—</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Consciously beautiful, as Greek Wayfarers.</div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+
+<h3>VIII</h3>
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+<div class="poetry">
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">Then sculptors wrought and painters ground the crude</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Colors, and potters found the yellowish glaze;</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">And out of Cretan bowls and bottles rude</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Came polychrome and monographic vase.</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">The echoing, marble theatres curved in hills,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Where master-voices, with dramatic art,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Chorused all joys and passions, and all ills—</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">And touched with deep emotion every heart,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Till poet-minds flowered to richer truth;</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Forsaking earlier thoughts and laws uncouth,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">With nobler aim to be the way-preparers</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Of philosophic thought for Greek Wayfarers.</div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+
+<h3>IX</h3>
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+<div class="poetry">
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">While every river mothered daughters fair,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">And clouds conceived, and ancient trees enslaved</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Satyr and hama-dryad ... then the flare</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Of the Greek torch too happy-high was waved—</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">The jealous East was plotting, Persians lay</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">In plundering splendor, with their blazing hosts,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Till Marathon and grim Thermopylæ....</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Then, envious cities, roused at Athens’ boasts</div><span class="pagenum" id="Page_28">[Pg 28]</span>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Of glittering power, crushed the Golden Age.</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Under the Spartan and Bœotian rage;</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">“Leagues” and sea-struggles, Macedonian terrors,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Dragged to a desperate pass the Greek Wayfarers.</div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+
+<h3>X</h3>
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+<div class="poetry">
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">Yet after Byzantine and Ottoman</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Settled despotic heel upon the land,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">No cruel Venetian yoke nor Turkish ban</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Forced the brave Greeks’ unconquerable stand.</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Outsiders saw the Cause inviolate,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Byron’s hot poet’s heart and cosmic brain</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Urged on the struggle, to once more create</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">An independent Greece, unchained again.</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">The whole world watched the piteous battle fought,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">And hailed small triumphs, passionately bought</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">With faith, until, from wild, despairing errors,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">The struggling Greeks once more were Greek Wayfarers.</div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+
+<h3>XI</h3>
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+<div class="poetry">
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">Now on Greek highways, where the wagons roll,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Piled high with wineskins, or with bags of flour,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Past schools and churches and the fountain bowl,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">New hope springs in the peasants hour by hour.</div><span class="pagenum" id="Page_29">[Pg 29]</span>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Greeks know that through their sordid modern strife</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">They walk in poetry, believing well</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">They are the children of enchanted life,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">That sends them forward messages to tell</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Of Greek restraint and hospitality,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Greek love of beauty, and Greek dignity,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Making them, in their toil, devoted carers</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">For new and better goals for Greek Wayfarers.</div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+
+<h3>XII</h3>
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+<div class="poetry">
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">What are the goals to be, and what the gain?</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">As soldiers camp in valley and on hill</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Do Spartan youths leap on the dusty plain?</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Does spirit of Leonidas keep still</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">One death-defying purpose? Will the blood</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Leap of a sudden out of the Soros,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">And Marathon with bright phalanxes flood?</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Do all Greeks bear the title <i>agathos</i>?</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Ah, Greece! Ah, Greece! dare for the precious Past,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">And throw your lot with gallant men that cast</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Eternal die, to be the Spirit-Bearers</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">For all the world and all the Greek Wayfarers.</div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+
+<div class="chapter">
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_30">[Pg 30]</span></p>
+<h2 class="nobreak" id="THE_THRESHING-FLOOR">THE THRESHING-FLOOR</h2>
+</div>
+
+<div class="blockquot">
+
+<p>“This mess of hard-kneaded barley-bread and a libation mixed in a
+little cup.”—<i>Greek Anthology.</i></p>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+<div class="poetry">
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">There’s a white stone-paven floor</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Set in a jade-green field</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Where the spiked acacias yield</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">A shadow, and the four</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Earthen pots on a round well-wheel</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Come up drippingly full and spill</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Where the white horse runs his circle round</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Drawing water for garden ground.</div>
+  </div>
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">The white foundation here</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Has ne’er held temple-plinth,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">But mint and terebinth</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Perfume is in the air.</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">And here, at the harvest-time the wains</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Rattle along the sunburnt plains,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">And the peasant’s arms are bared to thresh</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Food from the golden barley mesh.</div>
+  </div>
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">Before the morning’s long</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Comes drowsy, sliding snatch</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Of primitive threshing-song;</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Down in the garden patch</div><span class="pagenum" id="Page_31">[Pg 31]</span>
+    <div class="verse indent0">The murmurous sleepy drone of bees</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Blends with the stir of the poplar-trees,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">And the rustle of bundled grain</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Tossed from the wagon train.</div>
+  </div>
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">Ah! the <i>Mavrodaphne</i> wine</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Is fruity and sweet to taste,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">And the oranges are fine</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">And the blocked Loukoúmi paste.</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">But I long for a crust of peasant bread</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Eaten with honey from Parnes’ head,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">And I hunger the more and more</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">At sight of the threshing-floor!</div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+
+<div class="chapter">
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_32">[Pg 32]</span></p>
+<h2 class="nobreak x-ebookmaker-important" id="BY_THE_WALLACHIAN_TENTS">BY THE WALLACHIAN TENTS</h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<h3>THE BOY</h3>
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+<div class="poetry">
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">Over dripping washing-trough</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Bends my mother busy drubbing,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Father’s fustanella rubbing</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">With the dark soap, smeary—rough.</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">There my goats go, wild careering</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">From the sound of wagons, nearing.</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Oootz—Ella—Whooff—!</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Out of there, you silly kid,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">By the old soup-kettle hid.</div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+
+<h3>THE MOTHER</h3>
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+<div class="poetry">
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">That boy, lying in the thyme,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Sheepskinned loafer in the grasses,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">He is carelessness sublime,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Sunned in yellow iris masses.</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Thinks he of the dead men sleeping</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Far away from flocks he’s keeping,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Piled in bloody mountain-passes?</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">With the brutal guns again</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Booming: “Give us men! More men!”</div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+</div>
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_33">[Pg 33]</span></p>
+
+<h3>THE BOY</h3>
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+<div class="poetry">
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">Baby hanging from the tree,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Peeps from out his bright bag-hollows,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">While the white dog rolls and wallows</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Bitten by an angry bee.</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Forth for those sheep he must sally,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Where they by the cold brook dally.</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Oootz—Ella—Deee!—</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Now the fools, in silly mass,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Scamper toward the mountain-pass.</div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+
+<h3>THE MOTHER</h3>
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+<div class="poetry">
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">Far off, on the dusty plain,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Reels my drunk Wallachian,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Coming up from town again.</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Drinking in the village khan,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">All our Balkan coin he’s spending;</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">As his stupid way he’s wending</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">I the future scan.</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Ugh! I hear those guns again</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Surly—growling: “Men! More men!”</div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+
+<h3>THE BOY</h3>
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+<div class="poetry">
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">Swift the smooth Peneios flows</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Smoky-white to sea’s blue gleaming.</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Where the battleships are steaming</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Ready for their foes,</div><span class="pagenum" id="Page_34">[Pg 34]</span>
+    <div class="verse indent0">I should like to fight and bear me</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Fiercely. Nothing there would scare me.</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Ella—Ella—Pros!</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">With this high-swung shepherd-stick</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">That old bucking ram I’ll hit!</div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+
+<h3>THE MOTHER</h3>
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+<div class="poetry">
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">St. Spiridion! He beats</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">That old ram as ’t were his woman!</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">What a fine, big, brawny human</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Have I suckled at these teats!</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Ah! I have my mother-reasons</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">To distrust Rumanian treasons,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">When our Council meets.</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Bah! those dirty guns again</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Booming: “Give us men! More men!”</div>
+  </div>
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">When my man comes, o’er and o’er</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">I will bluster—Not will hunger</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Nor your beatings make me monger</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Sons to angry war.</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">That brown boy, in sunshine dreaming,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">I’ll not feed him to the teeming</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Snorting cannon-maw!</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Move we now our tents again,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Far from guns that roar: “More men!”</div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+
+<div class="chapter">
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_35">[Pg 35]</span></p>
+<h2 class="nobreak" id="THE_VALE_OF_TEMPE">THE VALE OF TEMPÉ</h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+<div class="poetry">
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">The river that winds through the Vale of Tempé is white,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">Smokily white, like water opaque with a charm,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Olympus knows why. He towers there, frostily bright,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">And Ossa forth stretches a slaty, precipice arm,—</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Deepening silvery pools into green-clouded light,—</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">So that Tempé is hidden and secret and free from alarm.</div>
+  </div>
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">But the green Vale of Tempé leads forth to the stir of the Sea</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">Where the battleships growl and where Salonica is held</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Fast in the grip of the Powers, who fight for the key</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">Unlocking the Border-doors; if Tempé were shelled,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Then the white Peneios, veiled as for bridal, would be</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">Scarlet with blood of soldiers, like forests felled.</div><span class="pagenum" id="Page_36">[Pg 36]</span>
+  </div>
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">Pindar, Spenser, Shelley, Byron,—ye bards—</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">Lyric-tongued all! What if the fair Tempé glade,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Where delicate flowers gleam on the virginal swards</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">And the cuckoo pipes to the shy-footed dryad-maid</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">And the trees hide Daphne,—What if the horror-mad hordes</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">Trample this Pastoral, where old Mythology stayed?</div>
+  </div>
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">They answer not and the soft Peneios is veiled,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">’Mid the joy of the fauns and flowers and river-born shade.</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">But an old Belief in the smoky-white water is trailed—</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">Who knows but Apollo, fierce for his pagan glade—</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Will hasten, haughtily, in shining sun-armor mailed,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">And carry it off to the Greek gods’ ambuscade?</div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+
+<div class="chapter">
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_37">[Pg 37]</span></p>
+<h2 class="nobreak" id="THE_ENCOUNTER">THE ENCOUNTER</h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+<div class="poetry">
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">’Twas there in Tempé that he lay</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">Under a plane-tree, fast asleep,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">His pipes far-flung.—Pan! growing gray;</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Lines on his mocking face; his gay</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">Scuffling hoofs forgot to leap.</div>
+  </div>
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">The river pleaded, “Wake the God”;</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">The birds sat by with soft aside;</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Up from the delicate spring-sod</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">I saw the eager flowers nod,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">And little leaves my language tried.</div>
+  </div>
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">I woke Pan. Bore the deep earth-gaze</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">On my false being, false to life</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">By all the dreary modern ways:</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">“Pan,” I dared whisper—“long the days—</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">One needs thy music in the Strife.</div>
+  </div>
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">“Full many a spring when poppies fired</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">This brook-side, did I play for you.”</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Pan answered me: “My music tired,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">For colder music you desired;</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">So be it—I am weary too!”</div><span class="pagenum" id="Page_38">[Pg 38]</span>
+  </div>
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">“Forgive me for my sad unworth,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">Oh, patient Pan,” I murmured low.</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">“I know that I have failed the earth;</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Only, perhaps, by spirit-birth,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">My children thy wild pipes will know.”</div>
+  </div>
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">Pan frowned: “Nay, all the world doth rave;</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">Against the Pipe; they rant, like you!</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Go, people my deserted cave</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">With theories and books. Zeus save</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">That I should hinder what you do!”</div>
+  </div>
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">Far back in Tempé’s leafy glade</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">The dappled sunshine filtered through,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">And dewdrops opalled every blade.</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">I was not of the god afraid.—</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">And still there was a thing to do.</div>
+  </div>
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">“Ah, Pan, dear Pan,” I softly cried,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">“Who is it that shall save but thee?</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Thy music, god, the whole world wide,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Is listened for on country-side,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">And every dreamer bows the knee!</div>
+  </div>
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">“By musky grapes in rosy hands,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">And all the golden fruits that glow,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">A happy lover understands</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Thy fluting, hearts in sober lands</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">Languish till they thy clear pipe know!</div><span class="pagenum" id="Page_39">[Pg 39]</span>
+  </div>
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">“Ah, Pan—play on! Forgive the souls</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">Whom knowledge cheats of love; forgive</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">That life exacts its bitter tolls</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">And leads to artificial goals.</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">Oh! Play! that we may surelier live!”</div>
+  </div>
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">I bent, I touched the shaggy hoof,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">The horns; I looked into the eyes</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Clear as rock pools, and yet aloof</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Like wild bird’s, then I saw the proof</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">That Pan is kind beyond surmise.</div>
+  </div>
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">Tears! In Pan’s eyes!—I sprang away</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">(Not even Pan should see me weep)—</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Yet on through Tempé, all that day</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">I heard wild, happy piping.—Yea,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">I wakened Pan!—He’s not asleep!</div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+
+<div class="chapter">
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_40">[Pg 40]</span></p>
+<h2 class="nobreak" id="EASTER_DANCE_AT_MEGARA">EASTER DANCE AT MEGARA</h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<h3>FIRST PICTURE</h3>
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+<div class="poetry">
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">Green lizards flash along the walls</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Curd-white against the fire-blue bay;</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">The pepper-trees’ fern branches sway</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Their delicate, hot, scarlet balls.</div>
+  </div>
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">The linkèd maidens wreathe the square,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Blazing with festal coinage, hung</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">On brown necks; yellow kerchiefs, flung</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">O’er dusky, long, twin braids of hair.</div>
+  </div>
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">The Attic maids, with Attic mirth</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Subdued and shy, from hill and plain,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">On Easter holiday, at birth</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Of spring, weave altar-pacèd chain.</div>
+  </div>
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">And sing a song, to shepherd flute,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Its shifting, three-toned lilt is cold,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Only—it is so very old,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">The wonder is it is not mute.</div>
+  </div>
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">But so, they say, did maidens dance</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">In dim Eleusis, near the shrine.</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">And that is why these dark eyes shine</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">With classic-cultured ignorance.</div><span class="pagenum" id="Page_41">[Pg 41]</span>
+  </div>
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">And that is why, from near and far,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Greek peasants come with stately pride,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">They know that Past from which they glide</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Into the dance at Megara!</div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+
+<h3>SECOND PICTURE</h3>
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+<div class="poetry">
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">In his long smock, and farmer’s cotton cap,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Demetri dances.</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">The old crones smile, the little children clap,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">The young girls’ glances</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Follow him, tall and grave, and deep of eye,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Marvelling at him, yet aloof and shy;</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">His fellow-dancers jostle roughly by</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">With rude askances.</div>
+  </div>
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">The piper plays his reediest, shrillest tune,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">And at his leisure</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Demetri, as though pacing in a rune,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Treads out a measure.</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">The elders laugh: “Dance there, fantastic fellow!</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Tread down the grapes, while harvest moon is mellow,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Give thy feet wings, fly o’er the sunset billow</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">At thy good pleasure!”</div>
+  </div>
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">The little glasses of brown resin-wine</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Are quaffed; beads slipping</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Through the Greek fingers, slender, brown, and fine,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Accent his skipping.</div><span class="pagenum" id="Page_42">[Pg 42]</span>
+    <div class="verse indent0">They nudge, to see his hand curve on his shoulder,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">They marvel as his dark eyes burn and smoulder,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">And note his step less vague, his bearing bolder,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">And go on sipping.</div>
+  </div>
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">Around him dance the peasants, pacing slow</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">With rhythmic swinging,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">But in and out he threads their simple show</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">’Midst childish singing.</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Reels past old bearded Greeks, their grave tales weaving,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">And fierce Wallachians come for Easter thieving;</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Albanian women with bold bosoms heaving</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">To children clinging.</div>
+  </div>
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">Spell-bound, all watch him reel, and swerve, and bend;</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">His dizzy spinning</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Dazzles their eyes. Word goes from friend to friend:</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">“He is beginning!”</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">For now with somber eyes, unveiled and burning,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">From peasant dance they see Demetri turning</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">To an old trance of rapturous discerning—</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Loud plaudits winning.</div><span class="pagenum" id="Page_43">[Pg 43]</span>
+  </div>
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">The sun shines paler on the kerchief’s gold,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">The church-bell’s tolling;</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">The sea grows purple, and the distance cold,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">With dark waves rolling.</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">The long lines break, the black-haired maidens wrangle;</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">With exclamation all the dusty tangle</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Comes to a halt, ’mid glint of peasant spangle</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">And soft song trolling.</div>
+  </div>
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">But tall Demetri lost in dreaming pace</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">In solemn swaying,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Keeps on alone, with tense and mystic face</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">As he were praying.</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">With hand upraised, as holding the caduceus,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">He looks away to old far-off Eleusis,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Devising Dionysiac curves and nooses,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Old Laws obeying.</div>
+  </div>
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">Why, in his face that mystic peering gaze</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Like a faun, waiting?</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Why does he pace his lonely, occult ways</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">His eyes dilating?</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">“Demetri!” “Mitchu!” tease the girls. Their screaming</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">He does not hear, lost in far other seeming,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">In strange dance-spell, in old blood-tutored dreaming,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Old rhythms creating.</div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+
+<div class="chapter">
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_44">[Pg 44]</span></p>
+<h2 class="nobreak" id="PEACE_1914">PEACE, 1914</h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+<div class="poetry">
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">Why do the women walk so free and strong</div>
+    <div class="verse indent14">In Thessaly?</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">It is because the Turks wreak no more wrong;</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">The Balkans ended, sunburnt soldiers throng,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent14">In Thessaly.</div>
+  </div>
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">Why do the old monks pray so hard for rain</div>
+    <div class="verse indent14">In Thessaly?</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">It is because the mountain slopes again</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Roll in green terraces of silver grain,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent14">In Thessaly.</div>
+  </div>
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">Why does the shepherd wear a broidered shirt</div>
+    <div class="verse indent14">In Thessaly?</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Because ’tis peace; clean is the goat-herd’s skirt,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">The women spin; the needles are alert,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent14">In Thessaly.</div>
+  </div>
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">And why the young kids, white as snowy curds,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent14">In Thessaly?</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">The farmers are successful with their herds;</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">The highway’s loud with guttural teamster-words,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent14">In Thessaly.</div><span class="pagenum" id="Page_45">[Pg 45]</span>
+  </div>
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">Why are the threshing-floors so thickly set</div>
+    <div class="verse indent14">In Thessaly?</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Because, when harvest comes, and youth is met,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Comes the old will of Nature, sturdy yet,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent14">In Thessaly.</div>
+  </div>
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">And these deserted hovels that we see</div>
+    <div class="verse indent14">In Thessaly,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Where the Peneios winds about the tree?</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">The villagers have gone across the sea</div>
+    <div class="verse indent14">From Thessaly.</div>
+  </div>
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">And this trim town of plaster and of thatch</div>
+    <div class="verse indent14">In Thessaly?</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">America hangs fortune on the latch,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Our sons come back, then blooms the garden patch,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent14">In Thessaly!</div>
+  </div>
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">Then, this is no decadent race I see</div>
+    <div class="verse indent14">In Thessaly?</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Oh, stranger, who can tell? Hard things must be.</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Only, the “Greeks were Greeks,” and Greeks are we</div>
+    <div class="verse indent14">In Thessaly.</div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+
+<div class="chapter">
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_46">[Pg 46]</span></p>
+<h2 class="nobreak" id="DELPHI">DELPHI</h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+<div class="poetry">
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">Matrixed ’mid purple mountain steeps,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">An ancient Grecian city sleeps.</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Where rock-hewn fountains spill</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Down scarlet-poppied hill;</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Long time ago its temples fair</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Rose, Doric-columned, on the air,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">And voices told of riddles strange</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">That echoed down the mountain range;</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">And men and cities brought their all</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">To Delphi and the priestess’ thrall.</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">While in the mountain-pass a pipe</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Played on and on and on—</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">A pipe played on.</div>
+  </div>
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">Now up the aisles of olive-trees</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Come wistful souls from over-seas,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">From the Itean shore,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Past rose-hung cottage door,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">And in the sacred fount they dip,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Or tell the lore with alien lip;</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Or, dreaming, scan far snow-crowned heights,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Lit, as of old, with pagan lights.</div><span class="pagenum" id="Page_47">[Pg 47]</span>
+    <div class="verse indent0">While through the thyme, ’mid rock and pool,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">The sheep-bells tinkle, water cool,—</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">And in the mountain pass, a pipe</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Plays on and on and on—</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">A pipe plays on.</div>
+  </div>
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">While glowworms blur the dewy gorse,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">And stars float from their tidal source,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">And Grecian peasants steal</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">By creaking wagon-wheel,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">We ponder on this Life and Death</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Within the taking of our breath;</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">So old, these ruined fanes that lie,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Beneath the temple of the sky!</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">So old these sacred stones that gleam</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">With the strange shining Delphic dream.</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">While in the mountain-pass the pipe</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Plays on and on and on—</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">A pipe plays on.</div>
+  </div>
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">So old, this silence trembles, brought</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">To solemn tension with our thought—</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Deep as the mystic strain</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Born in Apollo’s fane:</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">“Dear God, ’tis well no Pythoness</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">For us may prophesy or bless!</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Well, that no riddle-verse controls</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">The will that slumbers in our souls!</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Well, that we choose, calm, clear-eyed, free</div><span class="pagenum" id="Page_48">[Pg 48]</span>
+    <div class="verse indent0">To live and learn our truth from Thee!”—</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Still in the mountain-pass the pipe</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Plays on and on and on—</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">The pipe plays on.</div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+
+<div class="chapter">
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_49">[Pg 49]</span></p>
+<h2 class="nobreak" id="THE_DESCENT_FROM_DELPHI">THE DESCENT FROM DELPHI</h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+<div class="poetry">
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">Dawn, pallid and cold,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Parnassos, grave in the mist</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Like the shrouded form of a priest;</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">No light in the East,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Save thin stars, worn and old.</div>
+  </div>
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">Under the “Shining Ones”</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">The temple-steps, in white,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Chromatic, gleaming, light,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Mount to the stadion’s</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Oval of crumbling stones.</div>
+  </div>
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">Dawn, stealthy and still,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Frostily fills the fields,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Dew sprinkles the maize;</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Where ranging cattle graze,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">His pipe a shepherd plays.</div>
+  </div>
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">Sun, striking the snow</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">On far off mountain height,—</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Day, solemn and slow,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Rises from Long Ago</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Clothed in pure samite.</div><span class="pagenum" id="Page_50">[Pg 50]</span>
+  </div>
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">A scarlet rug in a field;</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">A man and a woman asleep—</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Around them, dogs and sheep,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Where the maize is quivering gold,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">As the broad day is unrolled.</div>
+  </div>
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">The man and the woman asleep—</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Alone in the Delphian field!</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">And the world, once more revealed</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Young, and all time is healed</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">The Oracle unsealed!</div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+
+<div class="chapter">
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_51">[Pg 51]</span></p>
+<h2 class="nobreak" id="TWILIGHT_ON_ACRO-CORINTH">TWILIGHT ON ACRO-CORINTH</h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+<div class="poetry">
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">From the Venetian arch, the doubting owl</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Sends forth his whimper; where the sheep-dogs lope</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Sounds donkey’s thirsty octave, call of fowl,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">And near green-silver maize and poppied slope,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Goat-bells ring jangling on the tether-rope</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">As, truant from some hooded shepherd’s scowl,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Dim, hornèd shapes in black thyme-bushes grope.</div>
+  </div>
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">I look four ways down all the rich descents</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">To mountain, cliff, and sea. First to the South</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Where Argolis in purple permanence</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Gives sumptuous breast to dark sea’s hungry mouth.</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Enthroned in mountain fastness, warm, immense,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Or, lying prone by misty olive-fence</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Losing herself in languid, dusty drouth.</div>
+  </div>
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">Far Eastward, islanded Ægina keeps</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Her tree-girt shrine, and Sunion the prow</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Of white sea-temple lifts on Laurion steeps</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Where mines are hid, and silver quarries show.</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Then, like a bee, the eager eye upsweeps</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">To Athens, where the Acros-flowers grow</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">And the dim road to far Eleusis creeps.</div><span class="pagenum" id="Page_52">[Pg 52]</span>
+  </div>
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">I look toward Athens, over golden gorse,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Purple anemones, Saronic seas,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Powerful, kingly blue. I see the source</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Of all Mind ever was, and then the trees</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Blurring, I turn me West, perforce</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Sweeping Arcadian ridges, as light flees</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">And over paling skies cloud-horses course.</div>
+  </div>
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">Bœotia, Phocis, Lokris ranges tread</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Vast gorges ’round the Gulf’s imperial shores;</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Like citadels, their summits, thunder-bred,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">And at their feet are sacred river-floors,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">And many a mountain stream its crystal bed</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Has hidden beyond those labyrinthine doors</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">From whence down winds the clue-like glancing thread.</div>
+  </div>
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">And as the night surrounds me and the stars</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Climb up the clouds like mountain-pastured flocks,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">I muse on Progress, that which hurts and scars</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Nature with blood, machines, and battle-shocks.</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">But, as I gaze, the whole wild sky unbars</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">War’s end portending; the new time unlocks</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Ultimate peace no human passion mars.</div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+
+<div class="chapter">
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_53">[Pg 53]</span></p>
+<h2 class="nobreak" id="ROMANCE">ROMANCE</h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+<div class="poetry">
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">The “wine-dark” sea menaces as of old,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">When young Odysseus dared; and all our ship</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Shudders against the midnight mountain-waves</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Hurrying to crush the steamer, in her plunge</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">On black path, under wind-blown scattered stars.</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Strange is the contrast! Strange it is to lie</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Cabined and berthed, feeling like crystal, hid</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">In a night-moving mountain; thence to see</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">At port-hole’s glimmer, land, solemn and strange!</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Old as all prayers, all vigils, and all hope!</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">As the ship stops at Patras, and bells ring,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">To look out on the mole-lights, red and white,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">And see the black, unreadable night-shore.</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">And then, to lie back, ponder the mystery</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Of that one man—that little ugly man—</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Reviled, unknown, and unbelieved, who burned</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">So fiercely with his message, that he sailed</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">From port to port, to give it. My age boasts</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Its Christian ethics cool expedience.</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">That age, simply knew a man named “Paul,”</div><span class="pagenum" id="Page_54">[Pg 54]</span>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Who fought with beasts, endured the stripes, to give</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">His flaming, tender, strong epistles; wrote</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">To the people, as ’twixt starvings and shipwrecks</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">He sailed these waters, from the “upper coasts.”</div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+
+<div class="chapter">
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_55">[Pg 55]</span></p>
+<h2 class="nobreak" id="NIGHT_IN_OLD_CORINTH">NIGHT IN OLD CORINTH</h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+<div class="poetry">
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">A hill trembling with grain</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">And a winding path.</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Shadowy sheep on the slopes;</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">The sound of bells and sea,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">The sound of a peasant song,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">The sound of pipe and drum ...</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">And in the twilight grey</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Apollo’s temple.</div>
+  </div>
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">Wide doors and the cottage fire,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Bright coffee-coppers; plates</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Of white curds and of fish;</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">A man in a scarlet cap,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Turning a roasting spit;</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">A woman by the fount ...</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">And in the twilight grey</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Apollo’s temple.</div>
+  </div>
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">How was it when Paul came?</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Corinth was blazing white,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Walled and rich and corrupt.</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">They “sat to eat and drink</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">And rose up but to play!”</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">The Purple Sellers knew ...</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">But in the twilight gleamed</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Apollo’s temple!</div><span class="pagenum" id="Page_56">[Pg 56]</span>
+  </div>
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">The fountain’s hung with moss</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">But the cypress-trees are tall,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">And little wingèd shapes</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Say “Níke” in the ground.</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">The Jews “requiring signs,”</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">And the Greeks “looking for wisdom,”</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Still in the twilight, see</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Apollo’s temple!</div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+
+<div class="chapter">
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_57">[Pg 57]</span></p>
+<h2 class="nobreak" id="AQUAMARINE">AQUAMARINE</h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+<div class="poetry">
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">I think, when I grow tired of the world,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">I shall go back to Greece (in spring, of course),</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">By forest trail, and oleander source,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Past snow-peaks on green mountain lawns impearled.</div>
+  </div>
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">To Trypi: where, from saddle I shall slide,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">And hear my donkey’s bell jerk as he feeds</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">On herbs and simples—growing to his needs—</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">By rosy roofs set in the green glenside.</div>
+  </div>
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">Far down the valleys I shall hear the call</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Of white-garbed peasants; throaty cattle-cry;</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">The little Trypi brook will rustle by</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Among the poplars, silver-green and tall.</div>
+  </div>
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">I shall watch Greek girls, toiling up the height,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Laden with brush and whorls of scented thyme,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">And see their youthful climbing pantomime,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Ere I lie down to ponder with my might</div>
+  </div>
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">On three sweet subjects, simple village themes,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">And yet so strange, so subtle, I have met</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">No man, nor woman, who can tell me yet</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">The answers, nor have found them in my dreams.</div><span class="pagenum" id="Page_58">[Pg 58]</span>
+  </div>
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">First: The Greek plane-trees, cool ancestral trees,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Biblical-strong, like mighty tents of Saul,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">What earth power spreads their green ethereal</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Canopied gloom, their soft immensities?</div>
+  </div>
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">Next, the Greek fruits and flowers; what godlike soil</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Nourishes orange, fig, and olive stretch,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">So that no child goes forth the goats to fetch</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">But fills his cap with colored orchard spoil?</div>
+  </div>
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">Last, I shall ponder (never sure, quite,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Imaging richly, merged in miracle)</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Wondering what source conceals the mystic shell</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Staining with blue the Ægean’s mica-light.</div>
+  </div>
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">Lies in it some great Pool, that slow distils</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Azure of flowers and skies to pigment bold?</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Or do the encircling mountain-chains enfold</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">A vat of purple, whence wine-color spills?</div>
+  </div>
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">Ægean Blue, that crimson-orchil tide</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Bold, deep, intensest, incandescent flame,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Pure well of Azure, fitly has no name</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">But Greece in her inimitable pride</div>
+  </div>
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">Of worship on strange occult secret planes</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">The hidden sponsors of her visual life</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">May, long ago, ’neath sacrificial knife</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Have loosed the gods’ blue blood from Dacian veins.</div><span class="pagenum" id="Page_59">[Pg 59]</span>
+  </div>
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">One can see Spartan blood flow down Greek shores,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">In crimson poppy-tide, in scarlet waves;</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">But it is “wine-dark” energy, that laves</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Gold-bronzèd rocks and hidden sea-cave floors.</div>
+  </div>
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">Ah! it is not enough for me to say</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">“Faery silver-azure! Clear, superb</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Cobalt no chemistry of sun can curb,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Attar of purest lapis-lazuli.”</div>
+  </div>
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">’Tis not enough for me to invent a name</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Like Nauplian Blue, Greek Blue, Blue of Emprise,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">As I re-vision golden argosies</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Or red-sailed moth-boats sailing molten flame.</div>
+  </div>
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">No—I must ponder (never sure quite),</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Always a-dream in Trypi, where the trees</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Whisper adventurous old names of seas,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Through silver valley-eve and mountain night.</div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+
+<div class="chapter">
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_60">[Pg 60]</span></p>
+<h2 class="nobreak" id="THE_SHEPHERDESS">THE SHEPHERDESS</h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+<div class="poetry">
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">Not only mulberry vendors travel Langada Pass,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Rough soldiers and black-fezzed peddlers take that trail</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">And stop to drink at a khan ’neath the rocky mass,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Where the pine-trees root in the drifts of sliding shale,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">And a half-crazed Greek sells resin-wine and cheese</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">And “Thalassa” mutters, pointing to far-off seas.</div>
+  </div>
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">For Langada Pass is miles of precipice rock</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Where the rug-hung pack-mules scramble with fumbling feet</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Sliding unsteadily over the cobbles, that shock,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Stone upon stone, in monotonous noontide heat.</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">But a mountain girl, fleet-footed, with brown knees bare,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Flutters along the crags, where the great pines flare.</div>
+  </div>
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">Now the mulberry vendors are fuddled with Spartan rum,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">They howl in the cañons and kick the sides of their steeds.</div><span class="pagenum" id="Page_61">[Pg 61]</span>
+    <div class="verse indent0">The soldiers are merry, they sit on the rocks and hum</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">And talk politics and twiddle their malachite beads;</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Hardly a shrine for a maid, or a convent roof,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Under the blue sky, classic and calm and aloof;</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">The goats stand cynical, cloven of horn and hoof.</div>
+  </div>
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">But she whistles and calls and scrambles up to her flock,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">High on the bronze-grey peaks of Langada Pass,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">With warm eyes mote-flecked, bright as the quartz gold rock</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">A deer-like, dryad-like fierce, shy, crag-born lass,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Perching where orange anemones spangle the banks</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">And white streams flash down thicketed mountain flanks.</div>
+  </div>
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">We told her the tale of the world and the dreams of men,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">We poured out wine-of-the-world in her shepherd cup,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">She took it calmly, thoughtfully, drinking up</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">All that we were, quaffing us, thirstily, then:</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">“Salute your cities,” the wild little shepherdess said,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">And swift as an eagle, far up the precipice sped.</div><span class="pagenum" id="Page_62">[Pg 62]</span>
+  </div>
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">Washington, New York, and Boston have new renown!</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Their rivers of seething light, where the witch wires hold</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Clustering, bright-balled fruits, and the chimneys frown</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Like satyrs drunk with smoke through the sunset gold—</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">All these must bow, in turn, to a little lass</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Who “salutes the cities” out of Langada Pass!</div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+
+<div class="chapter">
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_63">[Pg 63]</span></p>
+<h2 class="nobreak" id="MAY-DAY_IN_KALAMATA">MAY-DAY IN KALAMATA</h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+<div class="poetry">
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">In Kalamata, where the harvests are</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Purple and crimson for the currant-bin,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">When merchants close their shutters with a jar,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">The young night-gallant twangs his brown guitar,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">And first begins the merry May-day din.</div>
+  </div>
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent4">All night they strum the mandolins and lutes;</div>
+    <div class="verse indent4">Glyco, the jolly merchant of the fruits,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent4">Sings to accordion: “O nux kalé!”</div>
+    <div class="verse indent4">In Kalamata on the first of May.</div>
+  </div>
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">Morning comes. See the church across the street</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Its doorway wreathed! See Anastasia pass,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Twining her pretty shoulders with the sweet</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Mountain-born orchids, brought on tireless feet</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">By lads from Sparta o’er Taÿgetos.</div>
+  </div>
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent4">All night they strum the lute, and mandolin,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent4">Georgio, the dark-eyed, plays the violin,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent4">Sings under balconies: “O nux kalé!”</div>
+    <div class="verse indent4">In Kalamata on the first of May.</div><span class="pagenum" id="Page_64">[Pg 64]</span>
+  </div>
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">The cottage-doors are hung with poppy-wreaths,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">To keep away the evil spirits: hats</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Are garlanded with oleander. Leaves</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Fair, golden-braided Marianthé weaves</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Into a veil for her long sunny plaits.</div>
+  </div>
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent4">All night they sound the flutes and castanets;</div>
+    <div class="verse indent4">Mitchu, in pompommed shoes, fingers the frets,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent4">Quaffs resin-wine,—“Aha—! O nux kalé!”</div>
+    <div class="verse indent4">In Kalamata on the first of May.</div>
+  </div>
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">To the <i>Platea</i>, all the booths astir;</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Mulberry vendors clad in goat-skins come;</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Here are embroidered bags and fragrant myrrh,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">And silver-handled knives; and the drum-whirr</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Beats like a heart throb in the village hum.</div>
+  </div>
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent4">All night they play the rough accordion;</div>
+    <div class="verse indent4">The sailors from the “skala,” to a man,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent4">March, drunk with mastika, along the quay,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent4">In Kalamata on the first of May.</div>
+  </div>
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">Along the railroad all the stations fill</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">With children garlanded; the peasant throngs</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Sing at car windows. From a laurel hill,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Rings “Zito” with the happy springtime thrill,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">While rose-crowned maidens chant their merry songs.</div><span class="pagenum" id="Page_65">[Pg 65]</span>
+  </div>
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent4">All night they play the violin and drum;</div>
+    <div class="verse indent4">And to the windows tawdry women come</div>
+    <div class="verse indent4">Bright-eyed and bold, to hear: “O nux kalé!”</div>
+    <div class="verse indent4">In Kalamata on the first of May.</div>
+  </div>
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">May-day, down all the silver-olive plain,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Along the mountain trail, and torrent track,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">May-day on ships on blue Messenian Main,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">On locomotives, where the young Greek swain</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Hangs lily wreaths upon his engine stack!</div>
+  </div>
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent4">All night I hear the zither; the guitar</div>
+    <div class="verse indent4">Maddens my northern pulses, and from far,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent4">Far up the mountainside: “O nux kalé!”</div>
+    <div class="verse indent4">Wakes Kalamata on the first of May.</div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+
+<div class="chapter">
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_66">[Pg 66]</span></p>
+<h2 class="nobreak" id="FROM_THE_ARCADIAN_GATE">FROM THE ARCADIAN GATE</h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+<div class="poetry">
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">From Arcadian Gate, with its tower-topped bulk,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">White on Ithóme’s war-ridden hulk,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">A road winds down past the artichokes,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">And the almond-trees, and acacia-spokes.</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">And, silver-harnessed, the small brooks fly</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Down to Messenian industry.</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">And, here one sees, under the trees,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Greek women making the cheese.</div>
+  </div>
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">Black kettles hang from the giant plane,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Where children gather, and where you gain</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">A charming sight from your donkey-mount,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">For the wash-trough’s set by the village-fount,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">And, hanging high on the olive-boughs,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Where, grey, light-fingered zephyrs drowse,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Swaying in bags, in the summer breeze,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Greek babies take their embroidered ease.</div>
+  </div>
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">In old Dodona, so they say,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">In a time when priest-craft had its sway,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">“The Will of the Gods” came jostling,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Through the oak-leaves’ gentle rustling,</div><span class="pagenum" id="Page_67">[Pg 67]</span>
+    <div class="verse indent0">And the Priest of the Oracle carefully hung</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Brazen vessels, which, easily rung,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">By moving branches, in many keys,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Instructed the Greeks how their gods to please.</div>
+  </div>
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">’Tis an old Greek fashion this hanging of things;</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Many the legends from which it springs.</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Twists of scarlet, and bright-dyed flax,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Hang on the rough Arcadian shacks,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Where the railroad follows the mountain base.</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">They hang brown jugs by the watering-place.</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Amulets hang on the goats and the swine;</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Wreaths hang high on the house and the shrine.</div>
+  </div>
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">And now the pots for the cheese</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">And the babies in black-eyed reveries</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Sway, like the brasses long ago.</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Hanging on high branch and on low!</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Somehow the sight doth strangely please,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">This new fruit on the old Greek trees!</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">One hears “Will of the Gods!” in speech</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Babbling from olive and oak and beech.</div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+
+<div class="chapter">
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_68">[Pg 68]</span></p>
+<h2 class="nobreak" id="THE_ABBESS">THE ABBESS</h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+<div class="poetry">
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">Pink oleander lamps the brook-bed trails,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">And orange-trees hang fruitage o’er the grain,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">And there are hedges, green with fitful rain,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">And cyclamen in white the hillside veils.</div>
+  </div>
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">While through the villages, ’neath Mistra’s height,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">The children run to give a rose and stare</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">At strangers riding where grey olives flare</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Mistily in the long hills’ summer light.</div>
+  </div>
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">Rose-pinnacled, a Franco-Turkish wall</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Trailing with ivy, rears its crumbling mass,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Pantassa Church’s apse and mouldered hall</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Look down upon the plain of Eurotas.</div>
+  </div>
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">Byzantine tower’s clear octagonal,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Jewel-like and fretted, circles on the sky;</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">A pavèd walk leads to the nunnery,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Past moss-grown arch and ruined capital.</div>
+  </div>
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">And here, an Abbess, old, yet maiden-faced,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Sits in a frigid pomp, in solemn pride:</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Stately, aloof, the church’s pallid bride,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Greets us with countenance austere and chaste.</div><span class="pagenum" id="Page_69">[Pg 69]</span>
+  </div>
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">The Abbess leads the way, with rigid calm,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Detached, haughty, imperious; her eyes</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Pompously ignorant, religious-wise,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Cool as the blank intoning of a psalm.</div>
+  </div>
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">There are great piles of rose-leaves in the room,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Convent-brewed wines and bright bags, needle-wrought;</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">There is an ancient fountain in the court,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">And guttering candles in the Church’s gloom.</div>
+  </div>
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">“The times have changed,” we said; “women no more</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Hide them from life. We mingle and we work.</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Christ only asks that not a soul shall shirk</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Or flinch from bearing burdens that He bore.”</div>
+  </div>
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">The Abbess smiled. “Silence,” she said; “we learn,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">On this hilltop we women watch the East,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">The morning sun o’er Sparta is our priest,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">The mountain stars like midnight tapers burn.”</div>
+  </div>
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">We looked at her; her eyes were crystal clear,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Passionless, pure and cold as moonlit snow.</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Something she felt that we could never know;</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Our vision to her eyes could not appear.</div>
+  </div>
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">We left her in the shadowed court to brood,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Where Frankish frescoes peer through shadows dim,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">And cloistered nuns in tuneless, wailing hymn,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Chant Faith untried in mountain solitude.</div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+
+<div class="chapter">
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_70">[Pg 70]</span></p>
+<h2 class="nobreak" id="GREEK_FARMERS">GREEK FARMERS</h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+<div class="poetry">
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">In green Laconia, where the hedges are</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Spring-starred with flowers, and the little brooks</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Wake all the mountains from their solemn dreams</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Of the old days, when gods moved strong and white</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">On hill and sea, or slept within the clouds;</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">There are great slopes, broken with tillage, rough</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">With clumsy ploughing, thick with olive-trees.</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">And here they stand, the tall, black-bearded men,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Whose eyes, unblinking, look into the sun.</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Men, plainly bred from tribal wanderings,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Whose blood is fevered fire, men whose lands</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Are bare with waste and bloodshed; men who stand</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Gazing at strangers with shy interest;</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Who, when you question their fresh peasant-eyes</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Straighten up from their field-tasks and reply:</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">“These are our flocks and pastures—we are Greeks!”</div>
+  </div>
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">Black-bearded men who sow, What is the Seed?</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">For Greece has lain beneath the Turkish plough,</div><span class="pagenum" id="Page_71">[Pg 71]</span>
+    <div class="verse indent0">And all her hills and mountains smoke again</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">With treachery, rape, and murder. On the seas</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">The nations wait to grasp; the kings and crews</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Who play the Blood-game snap at little lands</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Like dogs at flies. Yea, that fair seed ye sow,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Is it Greek seed? though sown by mongrel hands?</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Seed of a greatness far exceeding theirs,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">The lands that would despoil Greece? Will it grow</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">That seed, Deucalion’s hope, Athena’s pride,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Is it once more the sacred seed that fell</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Out of Demeter’s hand on holy ground?</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Or, is it Cadmus-sown, for crops of Hell?</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Truthfully, farmers, can ye stand and say:</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">“These are our fields and pastures, we are Greeks”?</div>
+  </div>
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">They make no answer—strong, black-bearded men,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Grimly at work on the Phigalian Hill</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Where the grey Bassæ Temple guards the corn.</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">They make no answer in the mountain towns</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Arcadian, where pink-roofed houses splotch</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">The hillsides and where hidden teamsters climb</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Thicketed bridle-paths beside the streams.</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">They cannot tell us, if they know, what seed</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">The sculptors, patriots, and statesmen sowed;</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Nor even if these furrows that they plow</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Will bring a season’s harvest to their doors.</div><span class="pagenum" id="Page_72">[Pg 72]</span>
+    <div class="verse indent0">But, as we pass them, under upland oaks,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Under the fig-trees in the rocky gorge,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">They walk with strange, fleet steps, so tireless,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">So strong, with eyes set on some distant goal,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Till we, too, puzzled, murmur: “<i>They are Greeks</i>.”</div>
+  </div>
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">Oh, fateful World! insatiate modern life—</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Driven by urgencies too great to tell,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Destroying, recreating, balancing—</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">What of this Old World, dreaming modern dreams,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Yet with the old dream dwelling in the land</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">To teach it Pride? Shall we dare face a Greek—</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">With all his shining temples at his back,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">With the eternal Thought behind his name,—</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">As he were German, Russian, Turk, Chinese?</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">If these black-bearded mongrels share the pride</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Of Argonauts and claim a classic birth</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">And till the wild land, dropping in the seed,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Forever saying softly, “We are Greeks,”</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Why should they garner any other crop,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Why should they bend and toil for better gain</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Than seeing New Greece realize her dream?</div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+
+<div class="chapter">
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_73">[Pg 73]</span></p>
+<h2 class="nobreak" id="SONG">SONG</h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+<div class="poetry">
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">Toil on, fishermen!</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Pan sits on the cliff,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Smiles and watches the fare,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Wreaths him with flowers there,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Bites at a lettuce leaf,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Binds him a poppy sheaf,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Drinks from a painted jug,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Watching the full nets tug;</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Toil on, fishermen!</div>
+  </div>
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">Work on, harvesters!</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Demeter rests on the hill,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Near to the threshing-floor;</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Near to the cottage door,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Girds her with fruited vines,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Blows foam from the wines,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Drinks from a golden bowl,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">While corn-filled wagons roll;</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Work on, harvesters!</div>
+  </div>
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">Rest well, goat-herds!</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Hermes cares for the sheep,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Flashes across the sun,</div><span class="pagenum" id="Page_74">[Pg 74]</span>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Burnishes helmet wings,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">The wreathed caduceus brings,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">To swift talaria-flight,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Through the sheep-scattered night;</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Rest well, goat-herds!</div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+
+<div class="chapter">
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_75">[Pg 75]</span></p>
+<h2 class="nobreak" id="TO_THE_OLYMPIAN_HERMES">TO THE OLYMPIAN HERMES</h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+<div class="poetry">
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">Now let the formal, folded curtain fall</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Over this majesty of mellowed stone.</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Let me go forth with eyes alight with joy</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">From this god-gazing. Let me not pause nor stay</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Till by some clear word I have given faith</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">To doubting minds, how Greeks ennobled form</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">And carved high meaning in a body’s truth.</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Yet, Hermes, fair god, consciously the flower</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Of the Greek dream, sculptured so lofty-kind,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Stainlessly physical, superbly true;—</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Who is to tell thee that thou hast one fleck</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">On that pure manliness, and dare to speak</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Something against thy calm that seems to say,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">“Earth has no greater gift than perfect limbs,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">And god-like manhood’s straight significance”?</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Forgive me, Hermes, I had thought to take</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Thy princely healthiness to ailing worlds;</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">To meanness and to littleness and lust,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Bidding them gaze upon thee in thy calm,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Telling them: “This is all. This Hermes stands</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">For Greek expression of a definite truth</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Speaking its message to the world of men</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">And placing beauty as a final goal.”</div><span class="pagenum" id="Page_76">[Pg 76]</span>
+    <div class="verse indent0">But then I pondered: What will be the gain</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">If men say: “Hermes is very kind and fair,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Wholesome and generous and unafraid</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">And—soulless! Let be! we’ll no longer hope</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">For strength more than the body—loftier calm</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Than this superb control of manly limbs,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Friendly with sun and rock, and sea, and life.</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Now yield we up that old, defeated claim</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Of soul, the ugly, hunted, harried thing,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">And trust us to a pagan manliness,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Stand Hermes-like, unpuzzled, unamazed!”</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">I knew, oh Hermes! Greek perfection, lit</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Like stately lamp with one clear, shining joy,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">That of well-being, I knew life ended not</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">With just the beauty of a human form;</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Marble, translated into mystery</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Must needs have line to make it fair and right;</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">And that is all.... Thy unknown sculptor knew</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">The pagan mind and set thy godhood high,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">In an unsullied semblance of a man</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Untouched by sorrow, poverty, and shame.</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Immortal <i>semblance</i>—then the cleavage comes!</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Real men must live (we mortals know the fight),</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Hot-blooded, passionate, forlorn, astray;</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">We know how men determine to be true</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">To some one Greatness,—struggle to the test</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Baffled and crucified;—in bitter shame</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Leaving the unsolved meaning of their lives.</div><span class="pagenum" id="Page_77">[Pg 77]</span>
+    <div class="verse indent0">And now we know, by those French faces torn</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">To rags, around the dumbly loyal eyes;</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">By English soldiers, done to crippled wrecks</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">And hideous mangling, how men dare to die,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Or live their silent, agonizing days.</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">And then we know there is a human thing</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Transcending any body—called a Soul!</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Yea, let the formal, folded curtain fall</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">O’er all that graciousness of mellowed stone.</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">The Pagan knew the beauty of the flesh.</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">We, Modern, view that beauty with resolve</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Firm and unswerving that it be outdone,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Firm that all ugly, bruised, and broken things</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Shall stand invested with a deathless pride</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Before our eyes—that see them beautiful;</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Determined that the perfect ones approach</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Humbly with sense of some imperfectness,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">And kneel in homage to the shattered brave.</div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+
+<div class="chapter">
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_78">[Pg 78]</span></p>
+<h2 class="nobreak" id="GREECE_1915-16">GREECE, 1915-16</h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+<div class="poetry">
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">Yea, taunt me, World Voice—I am dumb and blind,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">My body broken, and my heart unclad.</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Yet am I silent, while strange forces wind</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">The chains about me. Helpless, scorned, maligned,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">I answer not. The Greece of long ago</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Speaks for me in this newest time of woe.</div>
+  </div>
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">Europe reviles me. Yea, I stand alone</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Like woman left before the ruined door,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Like woman who, beneath her outraged moan,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Remembers sacred hours. Like a stone</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">I am cold, passionless, mid the wild uproar,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Murmuring “Peace” and “Hellas” o’er and o’er.</div>
+  </div>
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">Apollo’s beauty sprang from out my womb;</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Socrates called me, mother. Every hill</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">And templed glade, and solemn-urnèd tomb,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Bids me refrain; no longer to resume</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">War and rapine, no longer blood to spill,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Nor hate engender, nor intent to kill.</div><span class="pagenum" id="Page_79">[Pg 79]</span>
+  </div>
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">Europe! Greece speaks, Greece, who so deeply drank</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">The bitter cup of ravage; who has laid</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">A new foundation: near her altars, blank</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Of by-gone fires, she phalanxes the rank</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Of golden grain. And bids the new-born Greek</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Old classic words with modern tongue to speak.</div>
+  </div>
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">Homer withholds me, Æschylus restrains,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">“Human Euripides” exhorts me—“Stay!”</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">I was despoilèd once; strike off my chains,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Unsay the insult! Greece nor plots nor feigns,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Only withholds her, agonized, at bay,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">But loyal to her hallowed cliffs and plains!</div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+
+<div class="chapter">
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_80">[Pg 80]</span></p>
+<h2 class="nobreak" id="THE_SINGING_STONES">THE SINGING STONES</h2>
+</div>
+
+<div class="blockquot">
+
+<p>“Remember me, the Singing Stone ... for ... Phœbus ... laid on me
+his Delphic harp—thenceforth I am lyre-voiced; strike me lightly
+with a little pebble; and carry away witness of my boast.”—<i>Greek
+Anthology.</i></p>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+<div class="poetry">
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">Beyond brute Titan dissonance, black, bitter strains</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Of Warfare; through the smitten fields of wheat;</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Upon the bloody bridges, where the wains</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Roll drone chords between marching soldier-feet;</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Through mob-voice, robbed of cadence and of beat,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">I hear the Stones of Sunion</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Singing by the sea:</div>
+  </div>
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">“Lift we on high our time-defying shafts!</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Our white-wing on the promontory stays,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Our age-old glory from the Ancient wafts</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Godward out of an old, blind, Pagan mood,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">While in the surging blue the Islands brood</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">In dim, time-purpled haze.”</div>
+  </div>
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">Out of the din of sociologic strife,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Of hoarse-voiced men, embruted by their work,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Of women, low-intoning lesser life,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">From the rich Theme, which modern voices shirk,</div><span class="pagenum" id="Page_81">[Pg 81]</span>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Where all the forced, half-harmonizings lurk,—</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">I hear the stones of Delphi</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Singing in the rain:</div>
+  </div>
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">“Black swell the mountains, guarding well the Cleft,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Clear spills the water, o’er the fountain rim,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">The worshipers are gone, the priests bereft.</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Men keep no light upon the altar dim;</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">No Council meets, but ah, the hope is left,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">The dream goes on, new voices chant the Hymn.”</div>
+  </div>
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">To the soft twilight of Æsthetic ease,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Where a smile is no smile, a tear no tear;</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Where the fruit has no seed, the wine no lees,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">No strong song comes. Yet, faintly year by year,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">’Mid those who listen, wistful, and in fear,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">I hear the stones of Bassæ</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Singing on the heights:</div>
+  </div>
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">“Grey comes the dawn upon the mountain crest,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Warm lie the vines on the Phigalian Hill;</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">The deities are gone, their secrets rest</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Hidden by time. But still the Sun-God smites</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Altar and soil, and richly thus requites</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">The farmers’ faith, and all the fields fulfill.”</div>
+  </div>
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">And everywhere my wistful head is bowed,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Pensive, absorbed, to find significance,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">I hear stone chorus; the immortal crowd</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Of pillars round some vocal radiance—</div><span class="pagenum" id="Page_82">[Pg 82]</span>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Chant Spirit-Song of new inheritance—</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">I hear all Pagan Temples</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Singing in the dawn:</div>
+  </div>
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">“Lift we on high our columns shining white!</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Our broad wings on the promontories stay;</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">For us forever was the world’s first light,—</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Ignorant God-seeking. Ye, that follow, may</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Soar to a higher vision! ’mid the Pagan night.</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">We were the singers of a brighter Day.”</div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+
+<div class="chapter">
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_83">[Pg 83]</span></p>
+<h2 class="nobreak" id="THE_OLD_QUEST">THE OLD QUEST</h2>
+</div>
+
+<div class="blockquot">
+
+<p>“Feed in joy thine own flock and look on thine own land.”—<i>Greek
+Anthology.</i></p>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+<div class="poetry">
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">“Friend! hast thou seen the rosy mass</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Of cyclamen along the pass</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">To Arcady?</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Doth the green country sweep enlarge</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Beneath the white cloud’s floating barge?</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Does the sun lift a gleaming targe</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">On Arcady?</div>
+  </div>
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">“Hold.... Do the trees keep happy nests</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Between the young leaves’ trembling breasts</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">In Arcady?</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Does running water laugh and sing,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Do butterflies waft wing-and-wing?</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Spins the white moon her mystic ring</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">O’er Arcady?</div>
+  </div>
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">“Speak!—Are there greenwoods cool and dense,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Do flower-grails gleam out from thence</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">In Arcady?</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Do pines the aisles and arches blur,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">With frankincense and breaths of myrrh,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Veiling the happy forms that stir</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">Through Arcady?</div><span class="pagenum" id="Page_84">[Pg 84]</span>
+  </div>
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">“Thou seest that I am blind,”—said he,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">“But hast thou been where I would be</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">In Arcady?</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Oh! didst thou see within the gate</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">The one who promised me to wait?</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Stays she for me, though I come late</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">To Arcady?</div>
+  </div>
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">“I wonder that she doth not send</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">A clue to show the roads that trend</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">To Arcady—</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">But thou canst tell me. Does it rise</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Empinnacled to azure skies?...</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Thou sayst?... <i>None knoweth where it lies,</i></div>
+    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Fair Arcady!</i>”</div>
+  </div>
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0"><i>’Tis sunset and the end of day,</i></div>
+    <div class="verse indent0"><i>The roads are closed—so all men say—</i></div>
+    <div class="verse indent2"><i>To Arcady.</i></div>
+    <div class="verse indent0"><i>The birds and butterflies are fled;</i></div>
+    <div class="verse indent0"><i>The honey quaffed; the perfume shed;</i></div>
+    <div class="verse indent0"><i>The feet that used to dance are sped</i></div>
+    <div class="verse indent2"><i>From Arcady.</i></div>
+  </div>
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">“The roads are closed?... Oh, not to me!</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Thou seest that I am blind,” said he.</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">“And Arcady?...</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Full well I know thou liest now,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Hast thou the world-mark on thy brow?</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Hast thou no one to ’wait thee—thou?</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">In Arcady?”</div><span class="pagenum" id="Page_85">[Pg 85]</span>
+  </div>
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">He wanders down the darkling way</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">The mute horizons watch him stray</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">Toward Arcady.</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">His feet are bleeding, he is blind,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">He dreams of that he will not find,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">But in his wide unconquered mind</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">Lives Arcady!</div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+
+<div class="chapter">
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_86">[Pg 86]</span></p>
+<h2 class="nobreak" id="THE_GODS_ARE_NOT_GONE_BUT_MAN_IS_BLIND">THE GODS ARE NOT GONE, BUT MAN IS BLIND</h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+<div class="poetry">
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">Over the hills the gods come walking,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Where the black pines draw their swords,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">And the spell-bound leaves cease talking,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">For the High-Priest sun comes stalking</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">And ’tis no time for words.</div>
+  </div>
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">And oh! the gifts the gods are bringing—</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Stretches of happy heath,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Jewels with souls, and flowers singing;</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Smiling stars, and new hope springing</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">With the wingèd hope called Death!</div>
+  </div>
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">Over the hills the pipes are playing,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">And the gods come strong and fair.</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Alas! they know not of the straying,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">The faithlessness and bitter saying:</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">“We know no gods, nor care....”</div>
+  </div>
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">Over the hills—the day-sky kindles</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">On a blackened world of clods;</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Dead and dry are the flaxless spindles,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">The cruse is drained,—the fire dwindles ...</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">No worshipers for the gods!</div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+
+<div class="chapter">
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_87">[Pg 87]</span></p>
+<h2 class="nobreak" id="THE_SEA_OF_TIME">THE SEA OF TIME</h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<p class="center">(Sappho sings to Alcæus)</p>
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+<div class="poetry">
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">Only our few short hours,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">For you and me;</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Temples and groves and bowers,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">And then—the Sea!</div>
+  </div>
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">Only our finite word</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">For you and me,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Who knows what gods have heard</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">Under the Sea?</div>
+  </div>
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">Love, though the gold moons wane</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">For you and me,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">We shall not meet again</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">Down by the Sea.</div>
+  </div>
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">Ours shall be hidden ways;</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">For you and me</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Stretch the long separate days—</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">Mist on the Sea!</div>
+  </div>
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">Artemis—will she say</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">For you and me</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">What Law we must obey</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">Moves in the Sea?</div><span class="pagenum" id="Page_88">[Pg 88]</span>
+  </div>
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">Moves, till the faces worn</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">By you and me,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Luminous, dream-forsworn</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">Change in the Sea?</div>
+  </div>
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">Change, for unending tides</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">Bear you and me</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">And the Self in us glides</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">From Sea to Sea.</div>
+  </div>
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">Love, shall the sailing souls</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">Of you and me</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Float where new shore unrolls</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">Rimmed by the Sea?</div>
+  </div>
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">Comes then the meeting place</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">For you and me?</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Silence ... white bubbles trace</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">Foam on the Sea!</div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+
+<div class="chapter">
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_89">[Pg 89]</span></p>
+<h2 class="nobreak" id="ON_THE_THOROUGHFARE">ON THE THOROUGHFARE</h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+<div class="poetry">
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">To-day I go to buy some dates</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">From Glyco’s cart.</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">“Ten cents,” my smiling fruitman states,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">And then we part—</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">I to the mart,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">He for the next fig-buyer waits!</div>
+  </div>
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">Back to my world I go, its keen</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Quick energy</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">And competitions sharp and mean,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Its flippancy,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">And sophistry,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">And tampering with things unclean;</div>
+  </div>
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">But Glyco waits; he has ten cents;</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">And he has hope,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">And back of him, antecedents</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Give him such scope!</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">With his traditions’ affluence</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">I cannot cope!</div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+
+<div class="chapter">
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_90">[Pg 90]</span></p>
+<h2 class="nobreak" id="AT_P_STUM">AT PÆSTUM</h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+<div class="poetry">
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">The low, flat marshland, myrtle overrun,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">A palm, a Roman wall that skirts the way,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">The far blue reaches of Salerno’s bay,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Then ... the three temples standing in the sun.</div>
+  </div>
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">These are the caskets of the sun-sealed years;</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">’Mid tides that ebb and flow, ’neath stars that set,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Deathless their grave and tranquil beauty ... yet</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Buried in silence, in eternal tears.</div>
+  </div>
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">Beneath these tympana the Dorians trod;</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Here, Doric priests upon an alien shore</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Made sacrifice, perhaps these myrtles wore,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">And garlanded the offering to their god.</div>
+  </div>
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">Demeter saw the bright libations spilled;</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">To Hermes leapt the scarlet through the fleece.</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Amid these columns moved the gods of Greece;</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">These lofty spaces with the pæan thrilled.</div>
+  </div>
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">This, centuries ago. Demeter now</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Is known no more. Poseidon, too, hath fled.</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">’Twould seem that Pan and Hermes both are dead;</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">No Nike springs upon a Grecian prow.</div><span class="pagenum" id="Page_91">[Pg 91]</span>
+  </div>
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">Yet is this sacred pause, this pillared calm</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Still stirred by whispers from Tyrrhenian waves</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">While near the shadows of these architraves</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Lie smiling shores of terraced fruit and palm.</div>
+  </div>
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">And springing from Demeter’s altar site,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Where the old dream of gods hath died away,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">And the Greek torch burned down to ashen grey,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">There blooms a star shape, mystical and white.</div>
+  </div>
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">One mystical white star! Oh! Pagan fire</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Whose temples stand, whose gods have been forgot,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">One goddess holds in memory this spot,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Else why should Nature thus in bloom aspire?</div>
+  </div>
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">Why else in this dim fane the sea intone,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">And sun send fire to the altars bare,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">And moss and lichen trace strange scripture, here</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">The lizards flash like symbols o’er the stone?</div>
+  </div>
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">The low, flat marshland, myrtle overrun,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">A palm, a Roman wall that skirts the way,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">The far blue reaches of Salerno’s bay,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Then ... the three temples standing in the sun.</div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+
+<div class="chapter">
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_93">[Pg 93]</span></p>
+<h2 class="nobreak" id="PHIDIAS">PHIDIAS<br><span class="small">A DRAMATIC EPISODE</span></h2>
+</div>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_95">[Pg 95]</span></p>
+
+
+<p><i>Dungeon in an Athenian prison; a small grated window near the
+ceiling shows a patch of blue sky. The scene discloses Phidias,
+prostrate and manacled. In the dusk of the cell lingers the</i>
+<span class="smcap">Jailer</span>.</p>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+<div class="poetry">
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0"><span class="smcap">Jailer</span> (<i>curiously</i>). What sayst thou, Phidias, who art accused?</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">The old plaint, snarling that thou art abused?</div>
+  </div>
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0"><span class="smcap">Phidias</span> (<i>lifting his head wearily</i>). What do I answer? Yea! what thing thou wilt!</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">What care I for this legendary guilt?</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">Who makes or unmakes Unity? Accused?</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">Why, any fool accuses. It amused</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">The enemies of Pericles to stab</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">At him through me. Let gossips spread their blab,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">The sea is just as broad, the sky as clear</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">And I as blameless.</div>
+  </div>
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0"><span class="smcap">Jailer</span> (<i>persisting</i>). But that brought thee here,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">Took thee from royal favor, once the dear</div><span class="pagenum" id="Page_96">[Pg 96]</span>
+    <div class="verse indent2">Adviser, friend of Pericles. It seems</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">Here is the end of all thy mighty dreams;</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">’Twas Pericles who made thee, and there lurks</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">His royal patronage about thy works.</div>
+  </div>
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0"><span class="smcap">Phidias</span> (<i>sullenly</i>). So reason vulgar minds; as well to say</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">Hephæstus made me, manacled this way,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">Hammered to fever, bent to twisted woe.</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">No, clown! no tyrant brought this overthrow,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">Nor my once vivid glory, but the fate</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">That overtakes the artist; whether late,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">Slow, poisoning, by deadly world-born things,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">Or early blight of strong imaginings</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">Too fervent for his frame. Athens is free</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">From every blame. Not Pericles made me!</div>
+  </div>
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0"><span class="smcap">Jailer</span> (<i>wagging his head obstinately</i>). ’Twas love of Pericles that cast thee here,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">Ungeniused thee, put thee to rot in drear</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">Murk of this den; and if not he who made</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">Thee what thou wast—aloof and haughty blade</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">Fellow I watched in Agora, as one</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">Treading on air, thy white himation</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">Streaming like wings back of thy eager form,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">As thy swift sandal moved among the swarm</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">Of merchants, gamesters, thieves; while deep gaze drank</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">Of something that was neither wealth nor rank—</div><span class="pagenum" id="Page_97">[Pg 97]</span>
+    <div class="verse indent2">Why then,—who made thee? for that thou hast fame</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">’Tis granted, when the rabble speak thy name.</div>
+  </div>
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0"><span class="smcap">Phidias</span> (<i>moving restlessly, clenches his hands, answering impatiently</i>). I made me, fool, made this unfinished self,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">Nourished me as a child, in happy health,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">Fostered the thirst my mother gave to me</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">With her electric milk. Ecstatic tree</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">Charmides planted, I did grow and thrive,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">Adding to that, what Greece alone could give!</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">Studied cult-statues, studied Xoana, saw</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">Paralysis in Polygnotus’ law,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">Wondered that Hegias and Hageladas wrought</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">Hardly beyond the cold Egyptian thought.</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">Out of their almond-eyed archaic things,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">New butterfly, my free Athena springs!</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">My Zeus Olympian came to my prayer</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">To see a god. I saw, then made him there!</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">(<i>To jailer.</i>) Poor ragged dolt, clanking thy silly keys,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">Did Pericles make me as I made these?</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">Did Athens tell me what a man must do</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">Who sees instinctive <i>life</i>, and sees it true?</div>
+  </div>
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0"><span class="smcap">Jailer</span> (<i>impudently</i>). How now! What saw’st thou that <i>I</i> might not see?</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">A rosy nymph at bath! Aphrodite</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">Caught in a net of foam? Hermes’ disguise?</div><span class="pagenum" id="Page_98">[Pg 98]</span>
+    <div class="verse indent2">Come now, what is this power within thine eyes?</div>
+  </div>
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0"><span class="smcap">Phidias</span> (<i>speaking dreamily as if to himself</i>). What is the power? Life! The heroic thing</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">Streaming magnetic from a sea-gull’s wing,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">That light in stars, in waves, in children’s eyes,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">In green plane-tree, or in deep, sphinx-like skies</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">Of unknown countries, where the grasses blow</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">Unseen of man; where flower-laced streamlets flow</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">Past mystic herbs, Demeter loves to keep</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">Secretly growing on the mountain steep.</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">I saw the curves of fruits, saw Grecian sails</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">Take fire-blue seas; saw the soft, misty veils</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">Of maidens wrap their limbs, saw horses, shields,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">Victories, warriors, priests, and battlefields;</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">Each man a poem; women each a jar</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">Filled with soft, psychic flame, an avatar</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">Shaped to a noble outline, lofty truth</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">From some great vital Source—</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">(<i>The Sculptor breaks off suddenly, scrutinizing the jailer and continuing.</i>)</div>
+    <div class="verse indent33">Rascal, uncouth</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">As are thy words and gestures, I can see</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">Some trace of life-light.—Gods! were I but free—</div><span class="pagenum" id="Page_99">[Pg 99]</span>
+  </div>
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0"><span class="smcap">Jailer</span> (<i>interrupting with smug complacency</i>). Which, proper thanks to Theseus, thou art not,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">Thou light-fingered; thou dingy-robed sot!</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">Carving thy way to treason, selling State</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">For greasy coin, with Hermes as thy mate</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">Slanting his profile on it. Dreamer,—thou!</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">“Bronze-worker.” Yea! By Dionysus! How</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">Thou workedst guilty things for Athens’ shame,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">Thinking to hide behind thy Patron’s name!</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">Athens, the famous city; thou, a worm,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">Coiling in earth, no four-eyed marble herm</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">Will mark. Our furry worms that make the silk</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">Munch the mulberry; but thy crafty ilk</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">Munch the fine gold, for sickly marble shapes</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">Of statues stoned by every Jack-a-napes;</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">’Twas thou, worm, coiled ’round thy princely friend,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">And gained War-Treasure for thy braggart’s end.</div>
+  </div>
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0"><span class="smcap">Phidias</span> (<i>sadly musing</i>). The fool is glib. His lesson he has got</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">From Agora and Propylæa, not</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">The polished utterance of Bema’s Hill.</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">But that crowd’s word, that bodes or good or ill</div><span class="pagenum" id="Page_100">[Pg 100]</span>
+    <div class="verse indent2">From a fierce thirst; sneering pitiless breath,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">Freezing a man, or scorching him to death.</div>
+  </div>
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0"><span class="smcap">Jailer</span> (<i>scratching his head, expectorates knowingly and argues</i>). Why are thy statues costly? with the urns</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">Of Dipylon Gate, the passer-by discerns</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">Good lusty statues, made by Such-an-one,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">Quite comely, they, and all of porous stone;</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">Why use Pentelic marble? so much gold?</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">Thou dreamer-schemer, sculptor overbold?</div>
+  </div>
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0"><span class="smcap">Phidias</span> (<i>with a moan turns from his tormentor to face the stone wall, muttering</i>). “Dreamer,” he called me. Is it by that name</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">My curse comes? Verily; I dreamed my shame,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">My rich accusings. Dreamed brook-flowing folds</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">Of draperies, dreamed my young hero-moulds,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">Dreamed men who sat their horses, as they rode</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">Clouds over seas, dreamed Panathenaic ode</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">In singing-rhythm round the Parthenon;</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">The frieze and metopes of Theseion;</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">Dreamed the sweet-bodied girls, whose maiden strength</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">Poise vase and basket all the Temple length.</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">Dreamed the slow, garlanded, portentous beasts,</div><span class="pagenum" id="Page_101">[Pg 101]</span>
+    <div class="verse indent2">Led by the veiled and sacrificial priests;</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">Dreamed the young, leaping horseman’s haughty ease</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">Pediment grouped, or filleted in frieze.</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">Was it a dream only to-day shall know?</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">Lives it no longer than this artist’s throe?</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">If that must be, then butterfly most drear</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">I sink back to the worm-thing crawling here.</div>
+  </div>
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0"><span class="smcap">Jailer</span> (<i>having curiously listened, now struts forward and faces the Sculptor. He eyes him stupidly and shakes his finger at him</i>).
+    Why, were it not for Pericles who gave</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">Thee marble, color, gold for statues brave,—</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">Poured out his coffers,—we should amply be</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">Equipped for Persia. Bronze and ivory</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">Changed back to drachmæ, all the sacred rock</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">Would stand as staunch, to the barbaric shock,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">As when Pisistratus, with hardy race,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">Made the Acropolis his fortress place.</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">And look ye, with that gold Athena wears</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">(Filched from State monies, for thy stone affairs),</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">We could plant ships in Piræus, array</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">Our strength to Corinth, where the Persians may</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">Once more with envy strike.—But, thou wouldest bring</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">To a State’s need thy stone imagining!</div><span class="pagenum" id="Page_102">[Pg 102]</span>
+    <div class="verse indent2">Fie! but for gold, thy dreams would be as vague</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">As fat my wife scrapes from altar-dreg,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">And boils to stuff to make my chiton white;</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">Ethereal substance, wind-shaken, alight</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">With lambent iridescence, very fine,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">From the amphora gushing forth like wine.</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">But look you, in a moment, just a trace</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">Of foam is all that froths from out the vase,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">And nothing’s left but the damp greasy lees;</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">So knave, with thee, without thy Pericles!</div>
+  </div>
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0"><span class="smcap">The Sculptor</span> (<i>with scornful amusement to himself</i>).</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">He mouths that name as if it were a mask,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">Through which a stupid actor says his task,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">Forgets, mistakes, yet struts around the place</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">Thinking the mask gives him a certain grace.</div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+<div class="blockquot">
+
+<p>(<i>Phidias wearily rises and stretches himself, the jailer meanwhile
+curiously observing him.</i>)</p>
+</div>
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+<div class="poetry">
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0"><span class="smcap">Phidias</span> (<i>abruptly</i>). Slave, thou art childish, many a name like this</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">Links close to art, for its own ego-bliss,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">To have possession, be the master, who</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">Owns, keeps, controls, the work we artists do.</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">Pericles views the height of Athens’ power,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">Pomp of Acropolis, where every hour</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">In golden, crimson, blue, and creamy dye</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">Ecstatic marble forms sing to the sky,</div><span class="pagenum" id="Page_103">[Pg 103]</span>
+    <div class="verse indent2">And hears them sing! (This for his kingly wage:)</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">“<i>Nikomen</i>, Athens, Pericles, Golden Age!”</div>
+  </div>
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0"><span class="smcap">Jailer</span> (<i>looking at the prisoner with heavy curiosity</i>). And what, by Hades, <i>is</i> the thing they sing?</div>
+  </div>
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0"><span class="smcap">Phidias</span> (<i>turns impulsively to answer; then a fierce reticence makes him draw himself up and turn away</i>).
+    Torture me not with thy coarse questioning;</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">My sorrowing answers, for the ribaldries</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">Of bath or games: “Thus spluttered Phidias,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">Maddened at being walled up.” So the crass</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">Idling crowd, jostling in brainless mass,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">Gapes, sneers, and marvels, at my grim defeat;</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">Mud covers stately names where rascals meet.</div>
+  </div>
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0"><span class="smcap">Jailer</span> (<i>with offended dignity</i>). Well, then, good-night. I leave thee to thy prayers.</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">No friends, no patron, for thy artist-wares,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">Unless, indeed (<i>grinning back of his hand</i>)</div>
+    <div class="verse indent4">Zeus showers thee with gold</div>
+    <div class="verse indent4">Like Danaē.</div>
+  </div>
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0"><span class="smcap">Phidias</span> (<i>steadily and reverently</i>). Yea, most mighty Zeus can hold</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">Me to my service, to that Ageless Thing</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">Higher than he, called Beauty.</div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+</div>
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_104">[Pg 104]</span></p>
+<p>(<i>He breaks off suddenly, goes eagerly to the now departing jailer,
+saying authoritatively</i>.)</p>
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+<div class="poetry">
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent34">Fellow, bring</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">Here to my cell, some wax, a tool or two,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">Some clay, a lump, stuck in thy cap will do—</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">A hand’s length of the white, Pentelic stone,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">From where it sleeps within the mountain, grown</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">Pregnant by streams and flowers, for some birth</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">Of wingéd dream, out of hypnotic earth.</div>
+  </div>
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0"><span class="smcap">Jailer</span> (<i>backing mockingly away, mimics coarsely</i>).</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">A jewel, a star, a little bit of wax!</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">Some tiny thing this mighty genius lacks!</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">That pearl, perchance, Aspasia’s bosom decks,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">Or blood-red stones hung round Hetairæ-necks!</div>
+  </div>
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0"><span class="smcap">Phidias</span> (<i>beseechingly</i>). Only some clay, man, in the dark my touch</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">Will fashion thee a goddess-image, such</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">As still they place in niches, who obey</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">“Sea-wards, oh! Mystæ,” on Eleusis-Way.</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">I’ll mould thee woman’s hand, or horse’s head,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">A dreaming faun, Marsyas as he bled;</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">A babe’s round, dimpled, saucy little back;</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">A vine-wreathed satyr, with his grape-filled sack.</div>
+  </div>
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0"><span class="smcap">Jailer</span> (<i>pompously drawing aloof</i>). By Dionysus! that were illy done.</div><span class="pagenum" id="Page_105">[Pg 105]</span>
+    <div class="verse indent2">Artist is one thing. State another. Shun</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">Thee and punish thee, doth Will of State,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">Who art no artist more, but he who late</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">Sculptor to Pericles, now is a knave,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">Who sits and twists his thumbs in prison-cave!</div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+<div class="blockquot">
+
+<p>(<i>The</i> <span class="smcap">Jailer</span> <i>finishes by an insulting gesture and
+departs</i>. <span class="smcap">Phidias</span> <i>going to the heavy door listens to
+his retreating footsteps. He draws a long sigh and, standing with his
+back to the door, looks up at the patch of blue sky, in silence. At
+last he speaks.</i>)</p>
+</div>
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+<div class="poetry">
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">Thus they leave Phidias, worker in the bronze,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Breather of life! breaker of chisel-bonds!</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">He is, they think, a man, a common thing—</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">All yellow, freckled, thin-blooded; they wring</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">His soul, because of policies.</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Make him a sacrifice to fallacies;</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">“Drop him,” they say, in any dungeon now;</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">“Gods, grant in time his traitor’s neck shall bow</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">To death, for that he trifled with the State!</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Strike his face from the shield where he dared mate</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">That face with Pericles,”—Oh! lofty Hill</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">High Sacred Rock, where sun-bathed columns thrill;</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Proud statue-gleaming, gold Acropolis;</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Dreamed I so high, to fall as low as—this?</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Athens, I made thee out of my heart’s blood;</div><span class="pagenum" id="Page_106">[Pg 106]</span>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Rising by ages, from Time’s ’whelming flood.</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Deucalion-fashion, soar my stones that sing</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">The beauty of this age’s visioning.</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Out of Iktinos’ soul the Parthenon grew—</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Those glorious Doric shafts, that taper through</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">The blaze of morn or eve. Athena’s shrine,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Lodging her ivory maidenhood, is mine!</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">’Twas I who gave the Lemnian her life,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Knew god-like action whether peace or strife.</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Knew how a god would stand, breathe, smile, or frown,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">And by that knowledge, deities’ renown,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">I was a god-creator. Yet I lie</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Here in befoulèd darkness, with the sky</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Still burning blue upon the mountain tops</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Surrounding Athens; where the Sun-God stops</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Of evening, all his golden fingers laid</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">On marble chords of rhythmic colonnade,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">And plays so strange, so Delphic-high a strain,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">That hopes ethereal fill men’s hearts again.</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Oh! Athens, marble glory, is it naught</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Phidias lived, and dreamed, and planned, and taught?</div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+<div class="blockquot">
+
+<p>(<i>In his agony the Sculptor buries his head in his hands.
+There is a long silence, suddenly broken by the alighting of
+a</i> <span class="smcap">Cricket</span> <i>upon the small grated window; the</i>
+<span class="smcap">Cricket</span> <i>keeps up a steady trilling and is not at first
+noticed by the Sculptor</i>.)</p>
+</div>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_107">[Pg 107]</span></p>
+
+
+<h3>THE CRICKET</h3>
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+<div class="poetry">
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">Greet, greet, greet,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Pan with hymning sweet.</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Wine and corn are here,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Grapes and honey clear;</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Olives, purple-black,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Burst from tawny sack.</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Through Olympian night</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Temples glimmer white</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Stars their tangled vines</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Wreathe around the shrines.</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Shepherds all alone</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Under mountain tree,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">By the midnight sea,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Shall pipe songs of thee</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Singer in the stone!</div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+<div class="blockquot">
+
+<p>(<span class="smcap">Phidias</span> <i>listening intently, passes his hand over his
+eyes, creeps nearer under the grating, straining his gaze upward</i>.)</p>
+</div>
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+<div class="poetry">
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">Prometheus! but I think this minstrel wrings</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Wise melody from gauzy zither-wings,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">A healing balm, like to the lustral wave</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">At Delphi, comes my broken soul to lave.</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">For, as he perches with his roundelay,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Methinks he counsels me; not for to-day</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Only is artist-pride and feverish bliss—</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Perchance my spirit still may suffer this</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Infamy, yet go singing down the years!</div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+</div>
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_108">[Pg 108]</span></p>
+<div class="blockquot">
+
+<p>(<i>The Sculptor pauses doubtfully. Still looking upward, he presses
+closer beneath the little window.</i>)</p>
+</div>
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+<div class="poetry">
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">Answer me, Cricket, are my stricken tears,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">My empty hands, proof of a thing to be,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">That I dreamed true? If Beauty nourished me,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Mothered and saved; shall I in ages more</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Stand firm and proud, telling what guise she wore</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">These days? For with young Myron I would hold</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">There is a law of Beauty, which, controlled</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">By men’s stern truth, becomes a sacred thing,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Expanded from our holy cherishing.</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">It is not static, cold, but lives and grows</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Out of the All of Life, the artist knows.</div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+<div class="blockquot">
+
+<p>(<i>The</i> <span class="smcap">Cricket</span> <i>after another silence, again chirps.
+This time the rhythm is feebler and grows fainter and fainter, as the
+Sculptor, face upwards, eagerly listens</i>.)</p>
+</div>
+
+
+<h3>THE CRICKET</h3>
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+<div class="poetry">
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">Sweet, sweet, sweet,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Praise is full and meet;</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">O’er the architrave,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Beautiful and brave,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Strong and good and fair,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Poise in hallowed air.</div><span class="pagenum" id="Page_109">[Pg 109]</span>
+    <div class="verse indent0">In the violet clime,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">In the winter rime,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">On the poppied steep,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">In the passes deep,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">All the temples know</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Paths that Greece shall go</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Toward posterities</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Far beyond the seas!</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Far as man is known,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Thou shalt speak to men</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Far beyond thy ken,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Beyond tongue or pen,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Singer in the stone!</div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+<div class="blockquot">
+
+<p>(<span class="smcap">Phidias</span> <i>at the close of the lilt lifts both arms
+appealingly. The</i> <span class="smcap">Cricket</span> <i>is silent a moment</i>.)</p>
+</div>
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+<div class="poetry">
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0"><span class="smcap">Phidias.</span> Hist!—the green minstrel, god-of-little-things,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">Thinketh perchance he strums his lyric wings</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">On dark Hymettus, where bees sip so long,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">They lose their way in all the flower throng,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">And many a little waxy dot of fuzz</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">Is caught in honey-prison. (<i>Whimsically.</i>) Thou dost buzz</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">Cricket, as loud as I, encased</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">In this hard prison, bitter to my taste.</div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+<div class="blockquot">
+
+<p>(<i>The</i> <span class="smcap">Cricket</span> <i>after a long pause trills for the last
+time</i>.)</p>
+</div>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_110">[Pg 110]</span></p>
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+<div class="poetry">
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">Fleet, fleet, fleet,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">The ways of fame are sweet.</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">A marble head of dreams</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Conquers the world, meseems.</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Beautiful vases tell</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">How happy peoples dwell.</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Beautiful bodies speak</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">New message to the weak.</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Greece adown the years</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Is the song of Seers.</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Kora still intones</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Nike still responds:</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">“Wielder of the wands.”</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">“Worker in the Bronze.”</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">“Singer in the Stones.”</div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+<div class="poetry">
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0"><span class="smcap">Sculptor</span> (<i>suddenly and rapturously</i>). Xaire! thou little herald, Xaire! thou</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">Hast cheered me, saved me! See my courage now!</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">What foul, damp cell can ever hold me here?</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">What slander stain my work of yester-year?</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">Upon the Hill my glowing children call</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">To the unborn of Artists; to the All,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">Great Fusion of the races, who</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">Shall yet unite, some holy thing to do,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">Before this strange world on its journey far</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">In trackless space shall move an empty star.</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">For portico and frieze and vase and fane.</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">Fountain and stele, that our utmost main</div><span class="pagenum" id="Page_111">[Pg 111]</span>
+    <div class="verse indent2">Our utterest patience brought to perfect whole</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">Will cast strange, spellful seed, and where the soul</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">Of art is known, its free, broad, ardent wing,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">“Greece,” will be whispered like a sacred thing!</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">(<i>To the</i> <span class="smcap">Cricket</span>.) Yea, Yea! thou little herald, “wingèd pipe,”</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">So I’ll indite thee in thy wisdom ripe—</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">Now will I write my comrade young and lithe</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">Pæonius, how I imprisoned writhe.</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">Yet for his comfort will I softly tell</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">The cricket message to my dreary cell.</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">Luck! that I hid the chalk lump in my sleeve!</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">Joy that I have the parchment! Who’ll believe</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">That this is <i>all</i> he hath, who was the friend</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">Of Pericles brought to this bitter end!</div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+<div class="blockquot">
+
+<p>(<i>The Sculptor with the parchment on his knee, busies himself
+in writing. Occasionally he pauses and reads aloud what he has
+written.</i>)</p>
+</div>
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+<div class="poetry">
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">Pæonius, good comrade, merry Greek,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Walking Olympian groves, watching the freak</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Of scarlet-flowered pomegranate vine</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Tasting the cool jugs filled with pine-tree wine,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Fruits like warm bowls of amber nectar hung</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">And figs from branches o’er the streamlets flung—</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Read and reflect, and if thou com’st to see</div><span class="pagenum" id="Page_112">[Pg 112]</span>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Some supple scheme to set thy brother free,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Act on it swiftly; only be advised</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0"><i>Pericles’ day is over</i>. What he prized</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Was proud display, but what the people want</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Is arms and ships that they may proudly vaunt.</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">(Since Marathon no Greek knows how to smile</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Passing the Soros’ valiant hero-pile,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">And still they say in Sparta, athletes wait</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">To teach barbarians how Greece is great.)</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">I, the poor Sculptor, lived too near the throne,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Therefore, I lie now on the dungeon stone!</div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+<div class="blockquot">
+
+<p>(<span class="smcap">Phidias’s</span> <i>gaze wanders, he becomes absorbed, intense,
+then once more he applies himself to the letter</i>.)</p>
+</div>
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+<div class="poetry">
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">Last summer, passing Sunion, my sail</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Red-burning down the stormy silver trail</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">O’er clouded blue, I humbly turned my sight</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Up to that white fane, on the bronzèd height,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">All its upspringing columns touched with sun</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">As the slow golden clouds walked high upon</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Wave buttressed paths, to purple Cyclades</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Those mystic islands of Saronic seas.</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">And as the molten sapphire round me sprayed</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">O’er the eye-painted prow, I humbly prayed</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Poseidon, that Piræus I might gain;</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Offered no cock, no vase, oil to contain,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">But vowed a frieze from my young pupil’s skill,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">New, daring sculpture for the Sea-God’s Hill</div><span class="pagenum" id="Page_113">[Pg 113]</span>
+    <div class="verse indent0">In Parian marble, calm and haughty white,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">To gleam for sailors passing in the night.</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">How I was timid then! who after dared</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Dispute with Pericles, and proudly shared</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">His vast ambitions for that golden realm—</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">That Athens, which the vulgar overwhelm.</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">That I did promise, wilt thou execute?</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">So will these singing stones, out of the mute</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Parian marble, form immortal choir</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Chanting “Poseidon” to the ocean’s lyre.</div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+<div class="blockquot">
+
+<p>(<span class="smcap">Phidias</span> <i>pauses once more. He draws a long sigh, then
+continues writing.</i>)</p>
+</div>
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+<div class="poetry">
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">Well, brother-artist, here I agonized,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Until a cricket, by great Zeus apprised,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Perched on the window-bar and chirped a thing</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Wise as Athena, took away the sting</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Of the world’s serpent-sayings. Friend, I give</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Faith to the cricket message while I live.</div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+<div class="blockquot">
+
+<p>(<i>The Sculptor, head in hands ponders deeply then again resumes
+writing.</i>)</p>
+</div>
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+<div class="poetry">
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">He trilled, Pæonius, a theme like this:</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">What we <i>do</i> lives, though after all the bliss</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Of our own living, must our bodies pass!</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Hast ever caught the perfume of sweet grass</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Dying beneath the sickle? Our breath goes</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Thus to the gods indifferent, ’mid the snows</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">High on Parnassos’ or Kiona’s crest,</div><span class="pagenum" id="Page_114">[Pg 114]</span>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Where mountain after mountain heaves a breast,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Black, billow-deep, sky-ranging, in a chain</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Tumultuously, serene around the plain.</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">But what we make of beauty keeps its power</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Down the long years, from the conception’s hour.</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">For mark ye, lad, I never sensed my work,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">But did it all unconscious; now in murk,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">In prison black, I see it flying forth,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">The strong wings of my friezes! All the worth</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Of Laurion silver in Colossi paid</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">And proud Athena, ivory o’er laid.</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Gold-sandalled, springing, mellow-marble feet,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Olive-crowned heads in pensive bending, sweet</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Backs, limbs, and bosoms! Noble eye and tress,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Caught in the dream of their own loveliness—</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">I see it all, so calm! “Nothing too much,”</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Tunics in solemn folds, majesty such</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">As comes with purity; things strong and free;</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">White to the sky and naked to the sea.</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Women and men that move adown the days</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Out of the forest deep, through shimmering maize,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">In fructifying suns, in cooling dews,—</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">All tranquil, noble, filled with God, or Muse</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Of deathless Greece.—Yea, all my strife,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">My will, my soul, was this portrayal—Life!</div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_115">[Pg 115]</span></p><div class="blockquot">
+
+<p>(<i>Moved by what he has written, the Sculptor gets to his feet and
+paces feverishly his narrow cell. He goes on writing as he walks and
+reading aloud.</i>)</p>
+</div>
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+<div class="poetry">
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">I now see by prophetic cricket-voice</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">That Life is deathless, that my works rejoice</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">For all rejoicing. Brother mine</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">We carve for worlds to come. Beyond the line</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Of horizons, untravelled, rise the lands</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Hungry of spirit, waiting at our hands</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Bread of True Vision. Yea, where rusty wars,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Hot blood of nation-struggle, stain these shores,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Women and men shall bleed with sacrifice</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">To a dead god, called Progress, and the Vice</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Of chance-worship, on sickly, pampered knees</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">And counting gold in languors of disease.</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Can’st picture these, coming to look upon</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">My glorious horsemen of the Parthenon?</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Seeing your Nikes tread triumphant air?</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Our marble dreams forever beauty-clean</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">And dark heroic bronzes stained with green,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">By fire and sword and water all unspoiled,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Their perfect limbs’ clear candor unassoiled?</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Mark ye, those stranger eyes shall take and take,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Still the thirst grow and still the joy to slake</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">From Old-World beauty. Till we sculptors stand</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Supreme World-life within our pulseless hand!</div><span class="pagenum" id="Page_116">[Pg 116]</span>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Think, lad, when father’s little ones shall tell</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">How Greeks saw, felt, and struggled, conquered, fell!</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Fear not, Pæonius, our spirits win</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Out of this age to call all ages kin.</div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+<div class="blockquot">
+
+<p>(<span class="smcap">Phidias</span>, <i>sighing as one relieved of a burden, pauses
+awhile, then writes a few more lines</i>.)</p>
+</div>
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+<div class="poetry">
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">Smile not upon this, friend—All fancy—Yea!</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">But, by the Etruscans, gone but yesterday</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">To Italy, and now established there;</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">By Dorians, building temples by the fair</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Purple Tyrennian, so I think</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Greek soul o’erflows, as over fountain-brink,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">And that we circle out and out, our creed</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Begetting world-dream for an unborn breed,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Ardent posterities!—Thus do I then</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Bid now farewell to my own race of men!</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">And for a future permanence, new clime,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Lift statues in the peristyles of Time</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">And trust my message, where that message seeks</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Its own fulfillment. Hail to the happy Greeks</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Hail to that Race; keen, wistful, passionate,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">That shall know Greece, Athens, the gods, the State!</div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+<div class="blockquot">
+
+<p>(<i>The paper hangs listlessly in the hand of</i> <span class="smcap">Phidias</span>,
+<i>who sits in revery, lost to all around him</i>.)</p>
+</div>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_117">[Pg 117]</span></p>
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+<div class="poetry">
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0"><span class="smcap">Jailer</span> (<i>entering</i>). Rise! thou infamous sculptor! A decree!</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">Follow! Thy haughty judges have demanded thee!</div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+<div class="blockquot">
+
+<p>(<span class="smcap">Phidias</span> <i>wearily rising, stares stupidly at him, then
+looks up to the little window where the</i> <span class="smcap">Cricket</span>
+<i>perched and makes a slight gesture of salute and farewell</i>.)</p>
+</div>
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+<div class="poetry">
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0"><span class="smcap">Phidias.</span>                                        “So be it.”</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">(<i>Hastily aside.</i>) See this coin? Of all good fees</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">The best, with head of high Themistocles—</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">Thine—if thy hand this simple scroll wilt bear</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">To the great sculptor at Olympia.</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">To give to him my farewell words and tears,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">(<i>The Sculptor pauses, looking unseeingly at the</i> <span class="smcap">Jailer</span> <i>and adding softly</i>.) As I pass outward—down the faithful years!</div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+
+<div class="chapter">
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_118">[Pg 118]</span></p>
+<h2 class="nobreak" id="EPILOGUE">EPILOGUE</h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+<div class="poetry">
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">As children keep</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Some spiraled shell or crystal crusted stone</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">For wonder and for solace, when alone</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">They fall asleep,</div>
+  </div>
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">So do I soft caress</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">And guard through days of World-dark such a charm</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">And cherish from indifference and harm</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">One loveliness.</div>
+  </div>
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">And every Grecian vase</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">And sculptured fragment to my eyes doth mean</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Life, calm and balanced, simple, and serene,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Transcending Race!</div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+
+<div class="chapter transnote">
+<h2 class="nobreak" id="Transcribers_Notes">Transcriber’s Notes</h2>
+
+
+<p>Obvious punctuation errors and omissions have been corrected.</p>
+
+<p>Page <a href="#Page_37">37</a>: “grim Thermoyplæ” changed to “grim Thermopylæ”</p>
+
+<p>Page <a href="#Page_108">108</a>: “the rythm is feebler” changed to “the rhythm is feebler”
+</p></div>
+<div style='text-align:center'>*** END OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 75533 ***</div>
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