TO THE UNKNOWN GODDESS

Gross, sensual faces herded; and then you

With magical wide eyes came. Eyes that kept

The mirth of dews at dawn in them, and slept

To the tumult of the street. They held the blue,

Sweet, flowering spaces under pines; and knew

Cropped lawns, where naked dryads dancing leapt

To the clash of golden cymbals, while there crept

Furtively on white bellies through the dew,

To glut on grace, ambiguous fauns, whose eyes

Burned glittering with desire: until the horn

Of the moon turned ashen; and through the still trees

The lithe shapes feed: and dawn brimmed up the skies

With winey gold, and walked upon the corn;

And murmuring through the vines came gleaming bees.