In the olive darkness of the sally-trees br silently moved the air from night to day. br The summer-grass was thick with honey daisies br where he, a curled god, a red Jupiter, br heavy with power among his women lay. br br But summer's bubble-sound of sweet creek-water br dwindles and is silent, the seeding grasses br grow harsh, and wind and frost in the black sallies br roughen the sleek-haired slopes. Seek him out, then, br the angry god betrayed, whose godhead passes, br br and down the hillsides drive him from his mob. br What enemy steals his strength - what rival steals br his mastered cows? His thunders powerless, br the red storm of his body shrunk with fear, br runs the great bull, the dogs upon his heels.