First Came The Rain, Loud, With Sonorous Lips; A Pursuivant Who Heralded A Prince: And Dawn Put On Her Livery Of Tints, And Dusk Bound Gold About Her Hair And Hips: And, All In Silver Mail, The Sunlight Came, A Knight, Who Bade The Winter Let Him Pass; And Freed Imprisoned Beauty, Naked As The Court Of Love, In All Her Wildflower Shame. And So She Came, In Breeze-Borne Loveliness, Across The Hills; And Heav'N Bent Down To Bless: Above Her Head The Birds Were As A Lyre; And At Her Feet, Like Some Strong Worshipper, The Shouting Water P'N'D Praise Of Her Who, With Blue Eyes, Set The Wild World On Fire.