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 THE GODDESS IN THE WOOD

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

Grew quieter. Wing, and leaf, and pool of light

Forgot to dance. Dumb lay the unfailing 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.