The Theatre at Argos + 

Nettles and poppy mar each rock-hewn sea + 

No poet crowned with olive deathlessly + 

Chants his glad song, nor clamorous Tragedy + 

Startles the air; green corn is waving sweet + 

Where once the Chorus danced to measures fleet; + 

Far to the East a purple sea, + 

The cliffs of gold that prisoned Danae; + 

And desecrated Argos at my feet. + 

No season now to mourn the days of old, + 

A nation’s shipwreck on the rocks of Time, + 

Or the dread storms of all-devouring Fate. + 

For now the peoples clamor at our gate, + 

The world is full of plague and sin and crime, + 

And God Himself is half-dethroned for Gold! + 