Clark Ashton Smith,
The Masque of the Foresaken Gods
(1912)
“ Nor Earth my tread where trampling years have stood. ARTEMISTime hath grown cold Toward beauty loved of old. The gods must quake When dreams and hopes forsake The heart of man, And disillusion's ban, More chill than stone, Rears till the former throne Of loveliness Is dark and tenantless. ”
