Behold that great Plotinus swim, <br />Buffeted by such seas; <br />Bland Rhadamanthus beckons him, <br />But the Golden Race looks dim, <br />Salt blood blocks his eyes. <br />Scattered on the level grass <br />Or winding through the grove <br />plato there and Minos pass, <br />There stately Pythagoras <br />And all the choir of Love.<br /><br />William Butler Yeats<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-delphic-oracle-upon-plotinus/
