In sunless glade the goddess stood,
beneath a leafless bower.
She\'d wandered from her western wood
at twilight\'s tranquil hour.
Her lovely locks , with braids, were bound;
her lips were sultry scarlet.
She trod, without a single sound,
as holy as a harlot.
Beneath a silver sailing moon
the goddess sought her lovers.
One kiss, one touch, no one\'s immune,
no mortal man recovers.
Before the dawn, she slips away;
the western winds are calling.
for none, will she be forced to stay;
for none, will she be falling!
Aurora rose to cast her spell
on goddess, with no shadow,
as nymphs, who tread the faery dell,
her beauty, beg to borrow.