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/ The gods are dead; but still for me / Lives on in wildwood brook and tree / Each myth, each old divinity.
/ For me still laughs among the rocks / The Naiad; and the Dryad's locks / Drop perfume on the wildflower flocks.
/ The Satyr's hoof still prints the loam; / And, whiter than the wind-blown foam, / The Oread haunts her mountain home.
/ To him, whose mind is fain to dwell / With loveliness no time can quell, / All things are real, imperishable.
/ To him -- whatever facts may say -- / Who sees the soul beneath the clay, / Is proof of a diviner day.
/ The very stars and flowers preach / A gospel old as God, and teach / Philosophy a child may reach;
/ That cannot die; that shall not cease; / That lives through idealities / Of Beauty, ev'n as Rome and Greece.
/ That lifts the soul above the clod, / And, working out some period / Of art, is part and proof of God.