Nature Withheld Cassandra In The Skies For More Adornment A Full Thousand Years; She Took Their Cream Of Beauty'S Fairest Dyes, And Shap'D And Tinted Her Above All Peers: Meanwhile Love Kept Her Dearly With His Wings, And Underneath Their Shadow Fill'D Her Eyes With Such A Richness That The Cloudy Kings Of High Olympus Utter'D Slavish Sighs. When From The Heavens I Saw Her First Descend My Heart Took Fire, And Only Burning Pains They Were My Pleasures, They My Life'S Sad End; Love Pour'D Her Beauty Into My Warm Veins.