The Gods Are There, They Hide Their Lordly Faces From You That Will Not Kneel - Worship, And They Reveal, Call - And 'Tis They! They Have Not Changed, Nor Moved From Their High Places, The Stars Stream Past Their Eyes Like Drifted Spray; Lovely To Look On Are They As Bright Gold, They Are Wise With Beauty, As A Pool Is Wise. Lonely With Lilies; Very Sweet Their Eyes - Bathed Deep In Sunshine Are They, And Very Cold.