It was the other way round:
	God waved his slow wand
	And the creature became a woman,
	Imperceptibly, retaining its body,
	Nose, brow, lips, eyes,
	And the face that was like a flower
	On the neck's stem.  The man turned to her
	Crazy with the crushed smell
	Of her hair; and her eyes warned him
	To keep off.  And she spoke to him with the voice
	Of his own conscience, and the rippled there
	In the shade.  So he put his hands
	to his face, while her forked laughter
	Played on him, and his leaves fell
	Silently round him, and he hung there
	On himself, waiting for the God to see.

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