The goddess bent and closely kissed
Cold lips of sculpted amethyst...
She watches as her lifing spell
Bids breath possess the crafted shell:
A shiver glances iv’ry skin
To token all that melts within:
In veins of altered gold salt blood
Is poured like ocean’s ancient flood;
Slow bright’ning threads weave on the loom
Within the skull’s unsilvered gloom;
And now dark lashes on the eyes
Lift back as death within her dies.