O, happy Greeks, who knew the gods so well,
To you I burn my sacrificial fire!
Again reveal the mystic hidden rune
Whereby to find the slopes of asphodel—
Ah, then to hear Apollo charm his lyre
And see Diana ’neath the sickle moon.
We Once Built a House o’ Dreams
We once built a house o’ dreams
At the break o’ day
Made from out the first gold beams