Adept at classic fooling. Yet of mould

Human those Gods were: deathless too:

On high they not as meditatives paced:

Prodigiously they did the deeds of flesh:

Descending, they would touch the lowest here:

And she, that lighted form of blue and gold,

Whom the seas gave, all earth, all earth embraced;

Exulting in the great hauls of her mesh;