MORTAL, mortal, have you seen br In the scented summer night, br Great Astarte, clad in green br With a veil of mystic light, br Passing on her silent way, br Pale and lovelier than day? br Mortal, mortal, have you heard, br On an odorous summer eve, br Rumors of an unknown word br Bidding sorrow not to grieve,— br Echoes of a silver voice br Bidding every heart rejoice? br Mortal, when the slim new moon br Hangs above the western hill, br When the year comes round to June br And the leafy world is still, br Then, enraptured, you shall hear br Secrets for a poet's ear. br Mortal, mortal, come with me, br When the moon is rising large, br Through the wood or from the sea, br Or by some lone river marge. br There, entranced, you shall behold br Beauty's self, that grows not old.