See where she lies! a mortal shape indued

With love and life and light and deity,

And motion which may change but cannot die;

An image of some bright Eternity;

A shadow of some golden dream; a Splendour

Leaving the third sphere pilotless; a tender

Reflection of the eternal Moon of Love

Under whose motions life’s dull billows move;

A Metaphor of Spring and Youth and Morning;

A Vision like incarnate April, warning,

With smiles and tears, Frost the Anatomy

Into his summer grave.

Oh, did you find the whip then?

Oh, yes, thank you.

Note:

The Third Sphere, in Plotinian philosophy, is the circle/orbit of Venus, goddess of love. Her Sphere is pilotless when she visits one of the other Spheres, e.g. Earth’s.