Saga of the North: Minoan Into Greek -

Minoan into Greek

Spin, Planet, spin! Bellows of the minotaur
Die away beneath the flames of daedal palaces.
Lions quiver beneath the arrows of Sargon.
Croesus beholds his image on a disc.
White marble spots the grey-green hills of Greece.
Charmed by the music of the Asian grasshopper,
Soothed by the wash of lights upon the sea-near hills,
Greeks become friendly with the Earth,
And forgetting fear,
Under the long shadows of the peristyles,
Speak of the beautiful importance of themselves.

WORN BY THE RAIN OF AGES,
THE FAINT FAIR BODY OF THE BOY
BLOOMS IN THE IVORY-WEATHERED STONE.
HE STANDS BEFORE AN ALTAR,
WORTHY TO BE SHOWN THE GODS.
LIKE A DRAPERY OF MUSIC
THE GARMENTS OF HIS MOTHER
FLOW IN THE DELICIOUS MELODY
OF THE CHISELED BREEZE.