That we’ve broken their statues,(quoted in "Two Orders of Myth in Death in Venice," by Gorman Beauchamp - to my great surprise, am really enjoying that book. Occasionally they give that Nobel Prize thing to fellas who can apparently really write, who woulda thunkit!) (still kinda terrified of Magic Molehill, tho)
that we’ve driven them out of their temples,
doesn’t mean at all that the gods are dead.
O land of Ionia, they’re still in love with you,
their souls still keep your memory.
When an August dawn wakes over you,
your atmosphere is potent with their life,
and sometimes a young ethereal figure,
indistinct, in rapid flight,
wings across your hills.
descensus Averno facilis est