O touch her with thy heavenly beams, br Bright Moon! that she may know br Within his paradise of dreams br Love died not long ago. br Though Helen's eyes are dust, and she br No more in Ilion sighs, br Love still is Love (tell her) and we br Are but his late allies! br We bear his burning shield and spear, br True knights in Beauty's war — br We who are women's offspring here, br And made for women are.