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 Olympus is deserted  time has fled You know this not and still your golden head Keep looking after the empty chariot. And when it vanishes beyond the mount, You droop your head with yearning, longing, grief. O Clythia, and thus you gaze for ever Over each garden wall and leafy hedge That winds around the huts of railroad guards; A reminder of past times and vanished men, Still rises high the symbol of that love That outlives Men, Eternities and Gods And mutely speaks about its bitter grief.