THE IMMORTAL GODS

By Richard Le Gallienne

The gods are there, they hide their lordly faces

From you that will not kneel —

Worship, and they reveal,

Call — and‘ tis they!

They have not changed, nor moved from their high places,

The stars stream past their eyes like drifted spray;

Lovely to look on are they as bright gold,

They are wise with beauty, as a pool is wise.

Lonely with lilies; very sweet their eyes —

Bathed deep in sunshine are they, and very cold.