The Final Fall of Delphi.

“Tell the king…..
The fair wrought hall is fallen,
No more hut, nor prophetic laurel,
The spring of eloquence is quenched….”

Tell the folk :
Delphi ; the house of Apollo is fallen.
The Oracle speaks it’s last,
In stuttering tongue, before dusk,
And cometh now an age of gilded lust.

Tell the people :
The Gods are gone, their whisp’ed scent
From spring and bough wisdom sent
Is barren now….rubble strewn,
Where once was beauty marble hewn.

Tell them all :
The temple walls are forlorn and broken!
The paths of herb and steps awry,
Beast debased, their perfumes descry!
Man’s heart’s desire…now a banker’s token.

Yes!..Go!..tell the Kings of the world:
Of the thousands who have homaged Delphi,
Now..only two of us stand on the Sybilline Rock
….in the pouring rain….
Two stand ; the merchant and the poet..

….but only one of us is crying.

 

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