Lamia by John Keats

Upon a time, before the faery broods / Drove Nymph and Satyr from the prosperous woods, / Before King Oberon's bright diadem, / Sceptre, and mantle, clasp'd with dewy gem, / Frighted away the Dryads and the Fauns / From rushes green, and brakes, and cowslipp'd lawns, / The ever-smitten Hermes empty left / His golden throne, bent warm on amorous theft; / From high Olympus had he stolen light, / On this side of Jove's clouds, to escape the sight / Of his great summer, and made retreat / Into a forest on the shores of Crete.

For somewhere in that sacred island dwelt / A nymph, to whom all hoofed Satyrs knelt; / At whose white feet the languid Tritons poured / Pearls, while on land they wither'd and adored.