This creature comes from out the dim

Far centuries, beyond the rim

Of time's remotest reach or stir.

And he who wrought Semiramis

And shaped the Sibyls, seeing this,

Had bow'd and made a shrine thereat,

And all his life had worshipp'd her,

Devout as north-Nile worshipper.

I dared not dream she loved me. Nay,

Her love was proud; and pride is loth