The Gods poured stars into my hands,
Weeping boughs outstretched and bowed,
Joyously blazing, blistered by the sun.
I kissed Them thanks for this deadly treasure
And left the garden
Through the floodgates,
Clothed in glorious tears,
While a train of clouds followed my feet
With a songworthy clatter.
I'll no longer labour under Eve's vanity
Though I am but a human and a girl
And a grieving daughter.
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