Nucleolus

I looked from Mount Derision at

Two ivory thrones that were in space,

Whereon a man and woman sat,

The very parallels of grace,

Not lovelier has ever been

By mortal seen.

Then one unto the other said,

-- Tell me the secret, hidden well.

Which you have never uttered,

And I to you again will tell

My guarded thought, and we shall know

Each other so --

Then he -- When those who pray beside

My holy altars do not bear

A gift I turn my face aside

And do not listen to the prayer,

But whoso brings a gift shall see

The proof of me --

And she -- When, on a festal day.

Youth kneels by youth before my shrine

I think, if he or he might lay

A ruddy cheek to mine

And comfort my sick soul, I'd lay

My crown away --