Swaying all things by force beyond the right.
One sheet of gore, mantled from base to cope,
Earth’s midmost shrine is visibly beheld
Self-cloaked with horror-breathing guilt of blood.
O prophet-god! Thou hast stained thine own hearthstone
From thine own mind, moved by no just appeal,
Breaking the law of gods to honour man.
But Apollo regards them as Titan-rebels, as deities of a barbarous past. He sees in them the avengers of the Dark Ages.[94]
Begone! I bid you, forth of mine abode!...
Profane not with your presence this fair shrine,