Chapter VII

To vale and coppice, every forest place,
Came note of Syrinx and the sound of flutes;
And golden ball and pomegranate trace
On priestly robes; and ’mid the cool volutes
Were public treasures heaped; the Councils met;
Athens and Corinth grew to haughty names,
And glorious youths and lovely boys were set
To daring deeds at the Olympic Games.
By mountain paths and solitudes they trod,
They set the votive offerings to their god
Invoking glory--happy olive-wearers--
Consciously beautiful, as Greek Wayfarers.