The Final Fall of Delphi.

“Tell the king…..
The fair wrought hall is fallen,
No more hut, nor prophetic laurel,

Its waters murmur, sigh and sorrow,
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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