Eros; Osiris; gods in bronze:
So love; so death; between them man:
In marble, as in music, once
This measure breaks, the heart is won.
The gold and silver shells, the lion
Of Alexandria in stone;
These, and the flowers, perhaps Chaldean,
Wait through a waning afternoon.
Here nothing is by accident:
Yet figures still pretend to chance:
The hard green gods, marine shells, glint
Like lions’ eyes from marble tents.
Immobile stance, a linen crown -
The double-sceptred monarch reigns:
These flowers, perhaps, were sometime thrown
In resinated burial wines.
The last light falls in marble tones
About the lime-stained body, burns
From the shells of gold, and, dying, drains
The mineral gods of flowering forms.