The gods are dead? Perhaps they are! Who knows?
Living at least in Lempriere undeleted,
The wise, the fair, the awful, the jocose,
Are one and all, I like to think, retreated
In some still land of lilacs and the rose.
Once high they sat, and high o’er earthly shows
With sacrificial dance and song were greeted.
Once . . . long ago. But now, the story goes,
The gods are dead.
It must be true. The world, a world of prose,
Full-crammed with facts, in science swathed and sheeted,
Nods in a stertorous after-dinner doze!
Plangent and sad, in every wind that blows
Who will may hear the sorry words repeated:-
‘The Gods are Dead!’
by WILLIAM ERNEST HENLEY (1849-1903)
Public Domain Poetry
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How about we are the ‘Gods’ in analogy or happy with the veiled identity! In that case do you mean we all are ghosts? Then do I get an option of dressing because I dislike the ghost traditional wear!
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I think you should be allowed to choose your own outfit. A self-dressed ghost is a happy ghost! 😋
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Than, I am blessed 😇
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Pretty old school sentiments- c’mon, time to get with the times, Henley, Lord knows. / R U A Robot? / Has God’s resignation been posted? / Have his true believers been left ghosted? / Good God, are You alive or… expired? / God, an update on Your status IS required.
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At least update all your socials, god! Inquiring minds need to know! 😂
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Either they are dead, or they are laughing at us.
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Or they’re just indifferent to it all. Hard to say really. 😋
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