Richard Le Gallienne
The House Of Venus - Poem by Richard Le Gallienne
Not that Queen Venus of adulterous fame,
Whose love was lust's insatiable flame-
Not hers the house I would be singer in
Whose loose-lipped servants seek a weary sin:
But mine the Venus of that morning flood
With all the dawn's young passion in her blood,
With great blue eyes and unpressed bosom sweet.
Her would I sing, and of the shy retreat
Where Love first kissed her wondering maidenhood,
And He and She first stood, with eyes afraid,
In the most golden House that God has made.
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