“The Gods Are Dead?”

…from the quills of the dead white poets

William Ernest Henley 1849 -1903


The gods are dead?   Perhaps they are! Who knows?
Living at least in Lempriere undeleted,
The wise, the fair, the awful, the jocose,
Are one and all.    I like to think, retreated
In some still land of lilacs and the rose.

Once high they sat, and high o’er earthly shows
With sacrificial dance and song were greeted.
Once ... long ago.   But now, the story goes,
                             The gods are dead.

It must be true.   The world, a world of prose,
Full-crammed with facts, in science swathed and sheeted,
Nods in a stertorous after-dinner doze!
Plangent and sad, in every wind that blows
Who will may hear the sorry words repeated: –
                            β€˜The Gods are Dead!’ 

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One Response to “The Gods Are Dead?”

  1. Venona says:

    The Gods are either crazy or dead. It is the high time to end this farce and start again somewhere else, outside the Milky Way.

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