They knew me from the dawn of time: if Hermes beats his rainbow wings,

If Angus shakes his locks of light, or golden-haired Apollo sings,

It matters not the name, the land; my joy in all the gods abides:

Even in the cricket in the grass some dimness of me smiles and hides.

For joy of me the day star glows, and in delight and wild desire

The peacock twilight rays aloft its plumes and blooms of shadowy fire,

Where in the vastness too I burn through summer nights and ages long,

And with the fiery footed Watchers shake in myriad dance and song.

APHRODITE

Not unremembering we pass our exile from the starry ways:

One timeless hour in time we caught from the long night of endless days.

With solemn gaiety the stars danced far withdrawn on elfin heights:

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The lilac breathed amid the shade of green and blue and citron lights.

But yet the close enfolding night seemed on the phantom verge of things,

For our adoring hearts had turned within from all their wanderings:

For beauty called to beauty and there thronged at the enchanter's will

The vanished hours of love that burn within the Ever-living still.

And sweet eternal faces put the shadows of the earth to rout,

And faint and fragile as a moth your white hand fluttered and went out.

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