Ionian

 Just because we've torn their statues down,
and cast them from their temples,
doesn't for a moment mean the gods are dead.

Land of Ionia, they love you yet,

their spirits still remember you.

When an August morning breaks upon you
a vigour from their lives stabs through your air;
and sometimes an ethereal and youthful form
in swiftest passage, indistinct,

 passes up above your hills.

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