The South saluted her mouth
Till her breath was sweet with the South.
The North in her ear breathed low,
Till her veins ran crystal and snow.
The West 'neath her eyelids blew,
Till her heart beat honey and dew.
And the East with his magic old
Changed her body to pearl and gold.
And she stood like a beautiful thought
That a godhead of love had wrought....
How strange that the Power begot it
Only to kill it and rot it!