What day was it she slid
Up from the innocent sea
Unstirred by tug of tide?
Under her feet the sand
Shifted. The waiting land
Enclosed her like a shell.
The stallions in the foam
Remarked her and were tame;
The chariot of flame
Stood still to see her come.
All nature felt the weight
Of her first faltering steps.
Time shifted, and the shapes
Of ordinary things
Altered beneath her touch;
There was no way to turn
Back. She must stay and learn
The role they had assigned:
To be their goddess, serve
The movable feasts of love.
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