Close upon her that closed upon her boy,
⁠For all the curse of godhead that she bare;
And the Apollonian serpent gleam and toy
⁠With scathless maiden limbs and shuddering hair;
And his love smitten in their dawn of joy
⁠Leave Pan the pine-leaf of her change to wear;
⁠And one in flowery coils
⁠Caught as in fiery toils
⁠Smite Calydon with mourning unaware;
⁠And where her low turf shrine
⁠Showed Modesty divine
⁠The fairest mother's daughter far more fair
⁠Hide on her breast the heavenly shame
That kindled once with love should kindle Troy with flame.