Venus, in sport, to please therewith her dear, Did on the helm of mighty Mars the red. His spear she took; his targe she might not steer. She looked as though her foes should all be dead, So wantonly she frowneth with her cheer. Priapus gan smile and said, 'Do way for dread, Do way, madam, these weapons great and grim. I, I for you am weapon fit and trim.' | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON THE INFLATION OF THE CURRENCY, 1919 by ROBERT FROST STORIES ARE MADE OF MISTAKES by JAMES GALVIN JAWEH AND ALLAH BATTLE by ALLEN GINSBERG THE RING AND THE CASTLE by AMY LOWELL |