Lo! the Olympian majesties did sit
In a most high and passionless conclave:
They ate ambrosia with their deathless lips,
And ever and anon the golden wave
Flowed of the drink divine, which only strips
This mortal frame of its mortality.
And there, and there was Aphrodite, she
[pg 76] That is more lovely than the golden dawn
And from a ripple of the sea was born:
And there was Hera, the imperious queen,