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.
The House Of Venus
Richard Le Gallienne
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Poem topics: god, lust, passion, blue, sweet, young, great, morning, flame, queen, golden, afraid, dawn, house, love, I love you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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