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Santa Decca (Author: Oscar Wilde)

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1. 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.
2. 9] And yet—perchance 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.