The candor of the gods is in thy gaze, <br />The strength of Diane in thy virgin hand, <br />Commanding as the goddess might command, <br />And lead her lovers into higher ways. <br />Aye, the gods walk among us in these days, <br />Had we the docile soul to understand; <br />And me they visit in this joyless land, <br />To cheer mine exile and receive my praise. <br /> <br />For once, methinks, before the angels fell, <br />Thou, too, did follow the celestial seven <br />Threading in file the meads of asphodel. <br />And when thou comes here, lady, where I dwell, <br />The place is flooded with the light of heaven <br />And a lost music I remember well.<br /><br />George Santayana<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-xliii-2/
