Caged in her tall prison of bronze, she learned
The rages of the sun. Dawn hammered and burned
As light doubled on sheeted metal. Noon,
Molten upon the brazen walls, was drawn
Slowly from morning, when the light lay dry,
Hard, and matellic about her chamber. Sky
Gave all the change she knew. Afternoon
Shone brassy. Only the rain and the curded moon
Brought cloudy shadows. And the rain alone came in
To touch her, driving from a limited heaven
Sweet water on her face and hands and hair.
She shivered and let fall her garment. There
In the quickening rain she gave her maidenhood
To no dissembling hero. The thunder god
In a golden shower of love came wet and hot
To change what she had and give what she had not.