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Elusian
12 February 1942
The Old Gods die not in their age Yet curls the clinging vine Pure Eros spins the subtle cage The limbs of Kali twine Brute Thor still plies the firmament The corn of Attis sways With jubilance and merriment The Bacchic revel brays Grim Pluto stalks the nether spheres Pan pipes along the rill Plump Juno scores the spinning years Sophia lives her will
In bloody sacrifice the ranks Of human kind are hurled The Field of Mars by Tiber’s banks Has covered well the world.
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