The Gods Are Dead

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1. THE gods are dead? Perhaps they are! Who knows?
2. Living at least in Lemprière undeleted,
3. The wise, the fair, the awful, the jocose,
4. Are one and all, I like to think, retreated
5. In some still land of lilacs and the rose.
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7. Once higeh they sat, and high o’er earthly shows
8. With sacrificial dance and song were greeted.
9. Once . . . long ago. But now, the story goes,
10. The gods are dead.
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12. It must be true. The world, a world of prose,
13. Full-crammed with facts, in science swathed and sheeted,
14. Nods in a stertorous after-dinner doze!
15. Plangent and sad, in every wind that blows
16. Who will may hear the sorry words repeated:—
17. ‘The Gods are Dead!’