The Smoke Upon Your Altar Dies

________________________________________________
Title:     The Smoke Upon Your Altar Dies
Author: Rudyard Kipling [More Titles by Kipling]

(To whom it may concern.)

The smoke upon your Altar dies,
The flowers decay,
The Goddess of your sacrifice
Has flown away.
What profit, then, to sing or slay
The sacrifice from day to day?

"We know the Shrine is void," they said,
"The Goddess flown--
Yet wreaths are on the Altar laid--
The Altar-Stone
Is black with fumes of sacrifice,
Albeit She has fled our eyes.

"For it may be, if still we sing
And tend the Shrine,
Some Deity on wandering wing
May there incline;
And, finding all in order meet,
Stay while we worship at Her feet."

[The end]
Rudyard Kipling's poem: Smoke Upon Your Altar Dies

________________________________________________



GO TO TOP OF SCREEN