The gods are dead? Perhaps they are! Who knows? br Living at least in Lempriere undeleted, br The wise, the fair, the awful, the jocose, br Are one and all. I like to think, retreated br In some still land of lilacs and the rose. br br Once high they sat, and high o’er earthly shows br With sacrificial dance and song were greeted. br Once… long ago. But now, the story goes, br The gods are dead. br br It must be true.