It was the hour when the diurnal heat 886 No more can warm the coldness of the moon, Vanquished by earth, or peradventure Saturn, 887 When geomancers their Fortuna Major 888 See in the orient before the dawn Rise by a path that long remains not dim, 889 There came to me in dreams a stammering woman, 890 Squint in her eyes, and in her feet distorted, With hands dissevered and of sallow hue. I looked at her; and as the sun restores The frigid members which the night benumbs, Even thus my gaze did render voluble Her tongue, and made her all erect thereafter In little while, and the lost countenance As love desires it so in her did color. When in this wise she had her speech unloosed, She ’gan to sing so, that with difficulty Could I have turned my thoughts away from her. “I am,” she sang, “I am the Siren sweet