Death from the bended bow,
Gladly he leaves above—
For Melody and Love!
Low bend the dwellers of the sky,
When sweeps the stately Juno by;
Proud in her car, the Uncontroll'd
Curbs the bright birds that breast the air,
As flames the sovereign crown of gold
Amidst the ambrosial waves of hair—
Ev'n thou, fair Queen of Heaven's high throne,