The clustered Gods, the marching lads,
The mighty-limbed, deep-bosomed Three,
The shimmering grey-gold London fog . . .
I wish that Phidias could see!
The clustered Gods, the marching lads,
The mighty-limbed, deep-bosomed Three,
The shimmering grey-gold London fog . . .
I wish that Phidias could see!
© Adelaide Crapsey