HEINRICH HEINE - Repositories

6 The Gods of Greece
Full-blooming moon, in thy radiance,
Like flowing gold shines the sea.
With daylight clearness, yet twilight enchantment.
Thy beams lie over the wide, level beach.
And in the pure, blue starless heavens.
Float the white clouds.
Like colossal images of gods
Of gleaming marble.
No more again! those are no clouds!
They are themselves—the gods of Hellas,
Who erst so joyously governed the world.
But now, supplanted and dead.
Yonder, like monstrous ghosts, must fare,
Through the midnight skies.
Amazed and strangely dazzled, I contemplate
The ethereal Pantheon.
The solemnly mute, awfully agitated,
Gigantic forms.
There is Chronos yonder, the king of heaven;
Snow-white are the curls of his head,
The world-renowned Olympusrshaking curls.
He holds m his hand the quenched lightning,
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