More chastity too their faces held
Than the snowy breasts of Diana swelled.
Translucent-limbed, I saw the beat
In their hearts of pearl of the golden heat.
And the hair they tossed was a crystal light,
And the eyes beneath it were burning white.
Their hands that lifted, their feet that fell,
Made the darkness blossom to asphodel.
And the heavens, the hills, and the streams they trod
Shone pale with th’ communicated God.
A placid frenzy, a waking trance,
A soft oracular radiance,
Wrapped forms that moved as melodies move,
Laurelled with Godhead and haloed with Love.
And there in the forest on Huron Hill
The Moonmen camped when the world was still.
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What wonder that they who have looked on these
Are lost to the earth’s realities!