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Santa Decca (Author: Oscar Wilde)
- 1] The Gods are dead: no longer do we bring
2] To grey-eyed Pallas crowns of olive-leaves!
3] Demeter's child no more hath tithe of sheaves,
4] And in the noon the careless shepherds sing,
5] For Pan is dead, and all the wantoning
6] By secret glade and devious haunt is o'er:
7] Young Hylas seeks the water-springs no more;
8] Great Pan is dead, and Mary's son is King.
- 9] And yetperchance in this sea-trancèd isle,
10] Chewing the bitter fruit of memory,
11] Some God lies hidden in the asphodel.
12] Ah Love! if such there be, then it were well
13] For us to fly his anger: nay, but see
14] The leaves are stirring: let us watch awhile.