First， two white arms that held him very close，
And ever closer as he drew him back
Reluctantly， the loose gold-colored hair
A thousand delicate fibres reaching out
Still to detain him； then some twenty steps
Of iron staircase winding round and down，
And ending in a narrow gallery hung
With Gobelin tapestries——Andromeda
Rescued by Perseus， and the sleek Diana
With her nymphs bathing； at the farther end
A door that gave upon a starlit grove
Of citron and clipt palm-trees； then a path
As bleached as moonlight， with the shadow of leaves
Stamped black upon it； next a vine-clad length
Of solid masonry； and last of all
A Gothic archway packed with night， and then——
A sudden gleaming dagger through his heart.