Santa DeccaThe Gods are dead: no longer do we bringTo grey-eyed Pallas crowns of olive-leaves!

Demeter's child no more hath tithe of sheaves,And in the noon the careless shepherds sing,For Pan is dead, and all the wantoningBy secret glade and devious haunt is o'er:Young Hylas seeks the water-springs no more;Great Pan is dead, and Mary's Son is King.

And yet—perchance in this sea-trancèd isle,Chewing the bitter fruit of memory,Some God lies hidden in the asphodel.

Ah Love!

if such there be then it were wellFor us to fly his anger: nay, but seeThe leaves are stirring: let us watch a-while.

Corfu圣德卡山诸神已死：我们不再用橄榄树的枝叶为灰眼睛的帕拉斯编织王冠！

得墨忒尔的孩子也无须为谷物纳税，而正午无忧无虑的牧羊人在歌唱，因为潘神已死，而在秘密的沼泽和偏僻场所嬉戏的一切都已结束：年轻的海拉斯不再寻找喷泉；伟大的潘神已死，玛利亚的儿子成了国王。

不过，——偶或在海水恍惚的小岛上，某个天神躲藏在日光兰中，在细细咀嚼回忆的苦果。

哦，爱神！

倘若果真如此，最好让我们来用甘泉浇灭他的怒火：哦不，你看树叶在颤动：我们且等一下。

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