Poems by Themis

All's Over

All's over. Is the last word said?

Ah, isn't there some melody

So magic-sweet it wakes the dead,

With spells of old from across the sea?

Or is there not some faerie spring

Of sun-charged waters, hidden deep

Within our hill, whose touch can bring

Life once again to those who sleep?

We knew once of a sacred flame

Burning in midnight caves, whose kiss

Of ardour had the power to claim

The dead back from the dark abyss.

Where is that fire, that fount, that spell?

And whose the robe of purity

To find the sealed cave 'neath the hill,

To walk upon that unknown sea?

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