(1918) .Who made the splendid rose Saturate with purple glows ; Cupped to the marge with beauty ; a perfume - press Whence the wind vintages Gushes of warmèd fragrance richer far Than all the flavorous ooze of Cyprus ' vats ? Lo , in yon gale which waves her green cymar , With dusky cheeks burnt red She sways her heavy head , Drunk with the must of her own odorousness ; While in a moted trouble the vexed gnats Maze , and vibrate , and tease the noontide hush .Who girt dissolvèd lightnings in the grape ? Summered the opal with an Irised flush ? Is it not thou that dost the tulip drape , And huest the daffodilly , Yet who hast snowed the lily ; And her frail sister , whom the waters name , Dost vestal - vesture ' mid the blaze of June , Cold as the new - sprung girlhood of the moon Ere Autumn ' s kiss sultry her cheek with flame ? Thou sway ' st thy sceptred beam O ' er all delight and dream ; Beauty is beautiful but in thy glance : And , like a jocund maid In garland - flowers arrayed , Before thy ark Earth keeps her sacred dance .