Because I am idolotrous and have besought <br />With grievous supplication and consuming prayer, <br />The admirable image that my love has wrought <br />Out of her swan's neck and her dark, abundant hair: <br />The jealous gods who brook no worship save their own, <br />Turned my live idol marble and her heart to stone.<br /><br />Ernest Christopher Dowson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/epigram/
