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A GRECIAN TEMPLE

A flash of white Half buried in dull, green grass A stone - Mayhap in some distant day This stone, fresh hewn First saw the light of garish day On some soft Grecian hillside Garland strewn - Perhaps some silv'ry temple to Diane Rearing its ivory column to the moon. Built cool and white and perfect On a gentle hill Where joyous girls with offerings came, Their cheeks flushed with the morning sun Chanting of the glories of the Goddess In the spacious sanctuary Where none might kill - A closer glance - No stone is this! A whitened skull!