Danger will wink on opportunity.
These are thy glorious works, Parent of good!
And storied windows richly dight, Casting a dim religious light.
Taste this, and be henceforth among the Gods thyself a Goddess.
Leaves have their time to fall, And flowers to wither at the north - wind's breath, And stars to set; but all, Thou hast all seasons for thine own, O Death!
Spirits when they please Can either sex assume, or both.