and Vidal, Acteon, and Vidal:

" A valley thick with trees,

" With trees, the sunlight,

" glitters atop, glitters, glitters atop
like a fish-scale roof

like the church roof in Poictiers ... if it were gold
And beneath it, beneath it, not a ray, not a sliver
not a spot of sunlight

not a spot on the black, soft water,

Goddess Diana ! ... lucida sidera,
Bathing, the body of nymphs

gathered around her, air shaking,

air alight with the goddess, fanning their hair in the dark,
lifting and waffing

Pholoe, Niceas, leap in the pool of Diana,
Ivory dipping in silver,

Shadowed, o'er shadowed, ivory dipping in silver,
Not a splotch, not a bubble of sunlight,

Hither, hither, Acteon !

And the pale hair of the Goddess,

Vidal, Vidal, it is Vidal speaking, Old Vidal,
Old groggy Vidal
Stumbling along through the wood,

Not a patch, not a shimmer of sunlight,

The dogs, dogs, leap on Acteon

Spotted stag in the wood,

The dogs leap on Acteon.