VENUS
ADOWN the purple west it slips
A splendid silver star
To human eyes; in verity
My Lady Venus' love-lit car
Through leagues on leagues of mystic space
Gone speeding far.
A splendid silver star
To human eyes; in verity
My Lady Venus' love-lit car
Through leagues on leagues of mystic space
Gone speeding far.
We may not see the doves that draw
The chariot of the air,
We may not glimpse the roses red
That crown her wind-blown hair—
We only know by subtle sense
That she is there.
The chariot of the air,
We may not glimpse the roses red
That crown her wind-blown hair—
We only know by subtle sense
That she is there.
By subtle sense we catch the lure
Of half averted eyes,
And like a spell upon the heart
The perfume of her bosom lies
As Joy rides far and free with her
Across the skies.
Of half averted eyes,
And like a spell upon the heart
The perfume of her bosom lies
As Joy rides far and free with her
Across the skies.
The twittering sparrows of her train
Are but as jeweled dust
Flung backward from the chariot wheels
In many a wind-blown gust—
We only know that follow her
Aye, follow her we must.
Are but as jeweled dust
Flung backward from the chariot wheels
In many a wind-blown gust—
We only know that follow her
Aye, follow her we must.
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