hi
Venusberg.
Venus.
SWEET,
sweet are May and June,
dear,
The loves of lambent spring.
Our lamp the drooping
moon,
dear,
Our roof,
the stars that sing ;
The bed, of moss and roses
;
The night, as long as death
!
Still, breath !
Life wakens and reposes,
Love ever quickeneth
!
Sweet, sweet,
when Lion and Maiden,
The motley months of gold,
Swoop down with sunlight
laden,
And eyes are bright and bold.
Life-swelling breasts uncover
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