Here you will find the Poem Sonnet XLIII of poet George Santayana
The candor of the gods is in thy gaze, The strength of Diane in thy virgin hand, Commanding as the goddess might command, And lead her lovers into higher ways. Aye, the gods walk among us in these days, Had we the docile soul to understand; And me they visit in this joyless land, To cheer mine exile and receive my praise. For once, methinks, before the angels fell, Thou, too, did follow the celestial seven Threading in file the meads of asphodel. And when thou comes here, lady, where I dwell, The place is flooded with the light of heaven And a lost music I remember well.