VENUS, cast from heaven forlorn, Came to Pan for counsel wise. In her hair was all the Morn: All the Sea was in her eyes. Brief his word was: "Let us twain Earth's dominion 'twixt us part; I, on her cool breast to reign -- Thou, within her burning heart." So her secret court she holds, Far 'neath roots of rock and tree; He, in vales and woods and wolds, Piping to eternity. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...VIGNETTES OVERSEAS: 8. FLORENCE by SARA TEASDALE IMPRESSION by EDMUND WILLIAM GOSSE SAPPHO AND PHAON: 2. THE TEMPLE OF CHASTITY by MARY DARBY ROBINSON LEXINGTON; 1775 by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER MOON OF LOVELINESS by MUHAMMAD AL-MU'TAMID II A WINTER LANDSCAPE by MATHILDE BLIND |