Tell me, Was Venus more beautiful Than you are, When she topped The crinkled waves, Drifting shoreward On her plaited shell? Was Botticelli's vision Fairer than mine; And were the painted rosebuds He tossed his lady, Of better worth Than the words I blow about you To cover your too great loveliness As with a gauze Of misted silver? For me, You stand poised In the blue and buoyant air, cinctured by bright winds, Treading the sunlight. And the waves which precede you Ripple and stir The sands at my feet. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...KUBLA KHAN by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE DYING SPEECH OF AN OLD PHILOSOPHER by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR EPITAPH FOR ONE WHO WOULD NOT BE BURIED IN WESTMINSTER ABBEY by ALEXANDER POPE PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 66. AL-I'HLAS by EDWIN ARNOLD DELIVERANCE by JOHN KENDRICK BANGS |