  WITHIN your magic web of hair lies furled The fire and splendour of the ancient world; The dire gold of the comet’s wind-blown hair, The songs that turned to gold the evening air When all the stars of heaven sang for joy; The flames that burnt the cloud-high city Troy; The mÆnad fire of spring on the cold earth, The myrrh-lit flames that gave both life and birth To the soul-Phoenix, and the star-bright shower That came to DanÆ in her brazen tower. Within your burning web of hair lies furled The fire and splendour of the ancient world. |
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