To the Unknown Goddess by Frederic Manning

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.