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 Albeit he may have wrought more notably

Than might another for its extinguishment.

But there was time for not much more of that

Than a bewildered smile of acquiescence.

The quivering miracle of architecture

That was uprising lightly out of chaos,

And out of all the silence under time,

Was a gay temple where the Queen of Life

And her most loyal minions were protracting

Melodious and incessant festival

To the least lenient of divinities.

Joy, like an infinite wine, was everywhere,

Until it proved itself at last a languor,

Now less engrossed with festive pageantry

Than with an earth-born sensuous well-being

Which in the festive pageant was divine.