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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=508999" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Delusion Of Saints</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=508999" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">The old pagan burials, uninscribed rock,<br>Secret-keeping mounds,<br>Have shed the feeble delusions that built them,<br>They stand inhumanly<br>Clean and massive; they have lost their priests.<br>But the cross-bearing stones<br>Still foot corruption, and their faces carved<br>With hopes and terrors<br>At length too savagely annulled to be left<br>Even ridiculous.<br>Long-suffering saints, flamelike aspirers,<br>You have won your reward:<br>You sleep now as easily as any dead murderer<br>Or worn-out lecher.<br>To have found your faith a liar is no thorn<br>In the narrow beds,<br>Nor laughter of unfriends nor rumor of the ruinous<br>Churches will reach you.<br>As at Clonmacnoise I saw them all ruined,<br>And at Cong, at Glendalough,<br>At Monasterboice; and at Kilrnacduagh<br>All ruined, all roofless<br>But the great cyclopean-stoned spire<br>That leans toward its fall.<br>A place perfectly abandoned of life,<br>Except that we heard<br>One old horse neighing across the stone hedges<br>In the flooded fields.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Robinson+Jeffers">Robinson Jeffers</a></strong></div>