ISIS LOST, after Milton, written a year ago

'I married Isis on the fifth day of May' - Dylan


Of wed-bound husband's barren ridden hue,

Of mine, indeed, treat I. Thus fell it out:

As Greekish fables hail Pomona's pace,

Or Phoebus gentle season rolling forth,

In MAYUS tide - conjoined in such hour,

Whenasmuch Cynthia's cart had so careered

That of her bearings o'er breeze's swathe,

And royall Sojourns in marinick churnes,

Had tantafugued her radiant Master's tread

His tenfold Raye to swirle in fivefold full,

Grew I to Memphian maid, or Orphicke queene,

To Osiris and Horus demurest...