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6 And I saw floating earthward there

My Queen, Love's Queen.

All round her a cloud-halo gleamed

With shimmering lights shot through and through

Of many a hue.

From her fair Lydian sandals streamed

The broidery-sheen.

Doves, circling round in mazy rings

Of rapture, this way, that way glanced:—

But even as I gazed entranced,

A bitter wind, methought, 'gan blow.

Their hearts turned cold, they drooped their wings,

And faded all that glorious show.

I woke—I had but dreamed!

O false as fair!

I am forgotten, then, by thee!

Or haply on another shine

The eyes that once looked into mine

Pretence of love—all faithlessly!

Out! nought I care

For such as can true love betray!

Love on, forsworn, your little day:

Ye are nought to me!