Upon wormwood seas she dreams
Bliss is like some elegant ship
The moon fights for foreign life
Attention of the urn of Keats
Graves filled with Prometheus earth
Trees sway in the ocean breeze
Stars wrinkle like forlorn flesh
Classic botany brings the labyrinth
Greek stones dance in wayward islands
Hurricanes seek golden chalices
Titans in the winds of poisoned Delphi
Assassins rest in the caves of Mt Carmel
We inherit the murderers last will
He prays to the gargoyles of Rome
Antiquity teaches of the perfect form
Shadows wrestle in chains of physics
Knowledge hangs like pomegranates
Milton as stoic as Plato's chambers
The Acropolis with Newton's triangles
World without end written in the mass
Creation mourns upon Corinthian Colum's
Oppenheimer need not rhyme his words
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