Ere Phoebus trespasses Olympus' court, Foremost in Her delight is Selene Cynthian arrows do not abort Their flightpasses of glowing beams; Shot through flightpasses of glowing dreams Twighlight showers of moonlight let grow The vanity of every midnight rose To bloom before they fade to-morrow To linger yet with life they had borrowed To be on Persephone's table on the morrow And while Hyperion is fond of his daughter So is Aphrodite's delight is in that child Thus no evening rose is born of ether But all of its darkness made mild All of its beauty left wild