text:  Dead Worshipper of Dian's face In solitary places Shalt thou no more steal as of yore To meet her white embraces?[38] Is there no purple in the rose Henceforward to thy senses? For thee has dawn and daylight's close Lost their sweet influences? No!--by the mental might untamed Thou took'st to Death's dark portal The joy of the wide universe Is now to thee immortal! VIII