Dedication
I Dedicate This Book To G. T. S. In Remembrance of A Winter Day
Epigraph
“When half-gods go, the gods arrive.”
R. W. Emerson
Not with the clash of trumpets
And clangour of gates thrown wide,
As when the eager crowds press round
To see the half-gods ride;
But like a bird at even
Silently winging home,
A message came from the darkness
To say that the gods had come.
And the half-gods scoffed in the temple
Which custom had bid them hold—
Sin and Success and Pleasure
And the hideous Image of Gold.
Who and what are these strangers?
Bid them worship before the shrine
Where we, the gods of the new world,
Sit o’er the cards and wine!