That we've broken their statues, <br />that we've driven them out of their temples, <br />doesn't mean at all that the gods are dead. <br />O land of Ionia, they're still in love with you, <br />their souls still keep your memory. <br />When an August dawn wakes over you, <br />your atmosphere is potent with their life, <br />and sometimes a young ethereal figure <br />indistinct, in rapid flight, <br />wings across your hills.<br /><br />Gaius Valerius Catullus<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ionic/
