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SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 12. VENUS, by                    
First Line: But in warm arms as fragrant as of old
Last Line: When in white deathless clasp his soul she took!
Subject(s): Mythology - Classical; Venus (goddess)


But in warm arms as fragrant as of old
Venus received him,—and she lulled to sleep
The weary soul, and made soft darkness deep
Over and round him with her hair of gold.
She kissed the dead pale lips that, loud and bold,
Had sung of her where England's wild waves leap:—
The mouth that by green down and chalky steep,
Fatigueless ever, her renown had told.

And this was his reward,—the eternal kiss
Of Venus, and her arms wherein to rest,
And the soft fragrance of her perfect breast.
This was his heaven of old-world endless bliss.
What did it matter if a world forsook,
When in white deathless clasp his soul she took!





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