3
Tomorn will be the day of primal Aether's earliest spousal-sleep:
Then from ichor dropped from heaven, and from foambells of the deep,
Mid the hyaline sea-maidens, mid the steeds whose feet are twain,
Aether wrought Dione, wave-like Goddess, from the nuptial rain.
Tomorn who ne'er hath loved shall love, and who hath loved shall love tomorn.
4
She it is that paints the crimson-flushing year with blossom-gems,
She that by the breathings of the west-wind lures from quickened stems
Swelling buds to break in glowing clusters, she that sprinkles spray
Of the glistering dews the night-airs drop along their viewless way.
Tomorn who ne'er hath loved shall love, and who hath loved shall love tomorn.
5
Flash the dewdrop-tears that tremble ere with their own weight they fall:
Headlong dropping never breaks in earthward flight each crystal ball.
