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majestic forms forget! Well I knew the first! Her head Glittered with the crescent moon. Haughty, like some ivory statue Sat the goddess on her steed. And her fluttering tunic fell Loose about her hips and breasts, And the torchlight and the moon Laved with love her snowy limbs. Marble seemed her very face And like marble cold. How dread Was the pallor and the chill Of that stern and noble front! But within her dusky eye Smouldered a mysterious, Cruel and enticing fire Which devoured my poor soul. What a change has come o'er Dian Since in outraged chastity She smote Actaeon to a stag As a quarry for his hounds! Doth she now requite this crime In this gallant company, Riding like some ghostly mortal Through the bleak, nocturnal air? Late did passion wake in her But for that the stronger burns, And within her eyes its flames Gleam like fiercest brands of hell. For those vanished times she grieves When the men were beautiful; Now in quantity perchance, She forgets their quality. At her side a fair one rode-- Fair, but not by Grecian lines Was she fair; for all her features Shone with wondrous Celtic glow. 'Twas Abunda, fairy queen, Whom to know I could not fail By the sweetness of her smile And the madness of her laugh! Full and rosy was her face, Like the faces limned by Greuze; And from out her heart-shaped mouth Flashed the splendour of her teeth! All the winds made dalliance With her robe of azure blue, And such shoulders never I In my wildest dreams beheld. I was almost moved to leap From the window for a kiss; This had been sheer folly, true, Ending in a broken neck! Ah, and she, she would have laughed If within that awful gulf I had fallen at her feet;-- Laughter such as this I know! And the third fair phantom, she Who so moved my errant heart,-- Was this but some female fiend Like the other figures twain? Whether devil this or saint Know I not. With women, ah, None can ever know where saint Ends nor where the fiend begins. All the magic of the East Lay within her glowing face, And her dress brought memories Of Scheher
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