Beneath the forest-domes, in spell-bound peace,
Where fears were cradled in a time long fled,
Round them a marvelous dawn its teardrops shed
On blossomy strangeness rich without surcease.

Where magic airs their perfumes' bane release
Her charms by incantation's word she spread,
Whereat the Hero, by her armed and led,
Shook off the lightnings from the illustrious Fleece.

'Neath arching bloom, to fill the wood with light,
Winged radiant birds like sparkling gems in flight,
And silvery lakes of azure skies drank deep.

Love smiled upon them; but the Spouse so dire
Brought jealous fury, Asian spells, her sire,
And even the Gods, within her awful sweep.