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