"Legend."
Lucky Aladdin had a lamp that he would rub.
Metal, it showed its love with sensible delight,
gave him a golden life.
But now the gods are gone, and we are on our own.
Bold Rustem beat the deevs, with heavenly assistance,
shook all the gaudy tents of Asia
like a tree against his majesty.
But now the gods are gone and we are on our own.
The lonely young or old who went to waste in bed
were heard and comforted, not fantasy,
but flesh lay down to share their wish.
But now the gods are gone and we are on our own.
Then green as money were the distant fields and all
who stood upon a hill and swore they would fulfill
their dreams before they died had lightning at their side,
but now the gods are gone, and we are on our own.