lady Venus, shine on me,
O rose-crowned goddess from thy seas
Radiant among the Cyclades!
O rose-crowned, puissant like the sea.
And bring thy Graces three,
The swift companions of thy mirthful mind,
thy sweet rogue with thee,
Thy careless archer, beautiful and blind.
A woman's royal heart
Bid him to wound and bind her who is free;
her for me!
Nor for the sweet bright crimson blood may start
little rillets from the little heart
Spare her thy sport to be,
Goddess, she spared not me.
thou wouldst traverse Time with vagrant feet
make the poles thy limit, fill not then
wallet with the fancy’s cloying sweet
Which is no stay to heaven-aspiring men,
follow wisdom since alone the wise
Can walk through fire with unblinking eyes.