And they fashioned the shape to a woman that men might die to behold!
Golden Zeus of the sunbeam slapped his hand on his thigh The Last
As the swords ran out of their scabbards and the arrows sang in the sky, Song of the
And the woman like leafy April was the chant that an archer sings Sphinx
Over sands grown bloody with purple that has come from the hearts of kings!
Zeus of the brazen twilight, nodding his eyes awake,
Armed him a doom for Helen lest Earth burn up for her sake;
Chill on the heart of incense, the hands that desired so much,
Fell the snow-like veil of his wisdom, till the flesh was still at its touch!
Iron Zeus of the night-time, watching the chariot moon