Arthur Machen,
Eleusinia
(1881)
“ Standing in thy majesty, while countless as the sand On yonder shore, the multitude adore thee As thou blessest all men with thy loving hand? Athens is thy dwelling place: Holy mother, give us grace. In the town thy temple stands Bright, all marble from thine hands, While the gathering people kneel, journeying from many lands. Is that thy priest who stands within the town? Is that thy choir whose thunders roar and swell? Hail to thee most mighty, great be thy renown, While minstrels sing, and priests thy glory tell. ”
