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Poem	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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