The girl being chosen stood in her naked room
Singing at last alone naked and proud
Now that the god had departed and his doom
Guarded her door forever and the sky
Would flame in trophies all night and every day.

Sang: When your white sun stood still, I put away
My garments and my crafts and you came down.
When you took me as a flame, I turned to flame;
In whiteness I lay on the mist-flower river-bank
When you as a swan arrived, and cloudy in my tower
For you as a shower of gold, the lily bright in my hand
Once, you as unthinkable light. 
  
                                                         Make me more human,
Give me the consciousness
Of every natural shape, to lie here ready
For love as every power.
I wait in all my hopes,
Poet beast and woman,
Wait for the superhuman,
The god who invaded the gold lady,
The god who spoke to the naked princess,
The storm over the fiery wanderer.

Within me your city burning, and your desperate tree.
All that the song and the apparition gave
To seal my mouth with fire, make me mad
With song and pain and waiting, leave me free
In all my own shapes, deep in the spirit’s cave
To sing again the entrance of the god.