I。
ThegreyDawn’sdaughter，rosyMornawokeInoldTithonus’arms，andsuddenlyLetharnessherswiftsteedsbeneaththeyoke，Anddravehershiningchariotthroughthesky。
ThenmenmightseetheflocksofThunderfly，Allgoldandrose，theazurepasturesthrough，WhattimethelarkwascarollingonhighAbovethegardensdrench’dwithrainydew。
II。
ButAphroditesentaslumberdeepOnallintheKing’spalace，youngandold，Andonebyonethewomenfellasleep，—