By HAROLD BEGBIE
The Temple of Diana at Ephesus speaks:
The sun standeth in the high places of the mountains,
Full of brightness and mirth is the dawn.
But my loveliness is not shamed by him,
Neither is it dimmed;
For, behold and consider well, the sun is not more than thought.
That which yesterday I was, to-morrow I shall be:
I live: I wear upon my brow the moving ages and the spirit of man,
And genius, and art: