Author Adelaide Crapsey The clustered Gods, the marching lads, The mighty-limbed, deep-bosomed Three, The shimmering grey-gold London fog . . . I wish that Phidias could see! Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Reviews Post review No reviews yet. Log in or register to post comments