From the poem "Breath" by Don Marquis:
The gods mixed music with our clay . . .(Poems and Portraits, 1922)
Rune-giving Odin, Krishna, Pan,
Move in the running blood of man,
His tidal moods they mete and sway.
Song more endures than steel or stone . . .
Sandalled with magic syllables
We glide like shades through shadowy hells,
Or soar to heaven on a tone.
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