Les Mouches Fantastiques (amateur journal)/May 1918/Joy Gods

What if your gods are dead?
I will make new gods for you.
I will fashion them out of the morning,
And anoint them with golden dew.

They shall have dawn-hued limbs --
Ah, and they shall be fair!
Eyes I will make from the purest sun,
And the breeze shall be there hair.

What if your gods have slept
So long that they passed away?
I will create new gods for you
Out of the dearest day.

And they shall sing wild songs,
And songs of the Joy of Life.
They shall not weep as the old gods did,
The eternal gods of strige.

What if your gods have gone?
I cannot see you weep.
I will make a wondrous god for you
From the blue-black night of sleep.

He shall be starry-limbed --
The beautiful moon-eyes one;
From the reddest star I will make his mouth
For your own to press upon.

You will not take my gifts--
The gods that I would create
And give to you for your worshipping,
These fairest gods of Fate?

Then I will give to you
My soul, and all my love;
My thoughts of you, and a dream I dreamed
That is like a shy grey dove;

And you shall build a god
Out of my soul and these;
And you shall burn thin incenses
With rights and mysteries;

And homage pay to it,
And humble prayers you shall pray,
And sacrafice to this god of yours,
And worship it day on day.