At the drowning shadow of fading land
—And Paris shakes like a torching brand.
And Paris crushes her, breath to breath,
And she gives him her honey of love and death.
But chill Menelaus a Fury hath,
He has thawed his hate to a roaring wrath!
He is loosing his hounds on the ocean-path!
The blooms of the years are withered and fall.
(Dawn—and a red flame crowing)
And Time’s cracked fingers number them all.