religious poem

the pale day drowses on the western steep
out of the deep and the dark
daughter, thou art come to die
the earth keeps some vibration going
though love repine, and reason chafe
the stars fell from heaven
high-born race
desolate and lone
i saw with open eyes
i know what you're going to say
i was a goddess ere the marble found me
when the veil from the eyes is lifted
the body may confine