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William Ernest Henley (Уильям Эрнст Хенли)


The Gods are Dead


The gods are dead? Perhaps they are! Who knows?
Living at least in Lemprière 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 higeh 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:—
                    ‘The Gods are Dead!’



William Ernest Henley's other poems:
  1. Rhymes and Rhythms. 10. Midsummer Midnight Skies
  2. Rhymes and Rhythms. 12. Some Starlit Garden Grey with Dew
  3. Ballade of the Toyokuni Colour-Print
  4. Echoes. 20. The Surges Gushed and Sounded
  5. Echoes. 17. The Sands Are Alive with Sunshine


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