VENUS IN ARDEN
Now love, her mantle thrown,Goes naked by,Threading the woods alone,Her royal eyeHappy because the primroses againBreak on the winter continence of men.I saw her pass to-dayIn Warwickshire,With the old imperial way,The old desire,Fresh as among those other flowers they went,More beautiful for Adon’s discontent.Those other years she madeHer festivalWhen the blue eggs were laidAnd lambs were tall,By the Athenian rivers while the reedsMade love melodious for the Ganymedes.And now through Cantlow brakes,By Wilmcote hill,To Avon-side, she makesHer garlands still,And I who watch her flashing limbs am oneWith youth whose days three thousand years are done.
Now love, her mantle thrown,Goes naked by,Threading the woods alone,Her royal eyeHappy because the primroses againBreak on the winter continence of men.I saw her pass to-dayIn Warwickshire,With the old imperial way,The old desire,Fresh as among those other flowers they went,More beautiful for Adon’s discontent.Those other years she madeHer festivalWhen the blue eggs were laidAnd lambs were tall,By the Athenian rivers while the reedsMade love melodious for the Ganymedes.And now through Cantlow brakes,By Wilmcote hill,To Avon-side, she makesHer garlands still,And I who watch her flashing limbs am oneWith youth whose days three thousand years are done.
Now love, her mantle thrown,Goes naked by,Threading the woods alone,Her royal eyeHappy because the primroses againBreak on the winter continence of men.
Now love, her mantle thrown,
Goes naked by,
Threading the woods alone,
Her royal eye
Happy because the primroses again
Break on the winter continence of men.
I saw her pass to-dayIn Warwickshire,With the old imperial way,The old desire,Fresh as among those other flowers they went,More beautiful for Adon’s discontent.
I saw her pass to-day
In Warwickshire,
With the old imperial way,
The old desire,
Fresh as among those other flowers they went,
More beautiful for Adon’s discontent.
Those other years she madeHer festivalWhen the blue eggs were laidAnd lambs were tall,By the Athenian rivers while the reedsMade love melodious for the Ganymedes.
Those other years she made
Her festival
When the blue eggs were laid
And lambs were tall,
By the Athenian rivers while the reeds
Made love melodious for the Ganymedes.
And now through Cantlow brakes,By Wilmcote hill,To Avon-side, she makesHer garlands still,And I who watch her flashing limbs am oneWith youth whose days three thousand years are done.
And now through Cantlow brakes,
By Wilmcote hill,
To Avon-side, she makes
Her garlands still,
And I who watch her flashing limbs am one
With youth whose days three thousand years are done.