I looked from Mount Derision at 
Two ivory thrones that were in space, 
Whereon a man and woman sat, 
The very parallels of grace, 
Not lovelier has ever been 
By mortal seen. 

Then one unto the other said, 
-- Tell me the secret, hidden well. 
Which you have never uttered, 
And I to you again will tell 
My guarded thought, and we shall know 
Each other so -- 

Then he -- When those who pray beside 
My holy altars do not bear 
A gift I turn my face aside 
And do not listen to the prayer, 
But whoso brings a gift shall see 
The proof of me -- 

And she -- When, on a festal day. 
Youth kneels by youth before my shrine 
I think, if he or he might lay 
A ruddy cheek to mine 
And comfort my sick soul, I'd lay 
My crown away --