Whither the flakes of dried leaf,
The palms of dried desert countries,
The Dryad of oasis' begone from mind
The asphalts of broken promise
To treat better the half of kindness
Redeem polity in politeness
But askew with great strength
If it was possible:
Open societies which partake
Parlor the particular
With advantage more sincere
Than Artemis whose throes
Portend more than Apollo
Of the times when Greece fell;
To rise tomorrow torpid with cause
Being and aggrandized--
This throe is one whence a throne was.
