In a flowered dell the Lady Venus stood,
Amazed with sorrow.
Down the morning one
Far golden horn in the gold of trees and sun
Rang out; and held; and died.
… She thought the wood
Wing, and leaf, and pool of light
Forgot to dance.
Dumb lay the unfalling stream;
Life one eternal instant rose in dream
Clear out of time, poised on a golden height.
Till a swift terror broke the abrupt hour.
The gold waves purled amidst the green above her;
And a bird sang.
With one sharp-taken breath,
By sunlit branches and unshaken flower,
The immortal limbs flashed to the human lover,
And the immortal eyes to look on death.
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