Song

O lady Venus, shine on me,

O rose-crowned goddess from thy seas

Radiant among the Cyclades!

Rose-crowned, puissant like the sea.

And bring thy Graces three,

The swift companions of thy mirthful mind.

Bring thy sweet rogue with thee,

Thy careless archer, beautiful and blind.

A woman’s royal heart

Bid him to wound and bind her who is free;

Bind her for me!

Nor for the sweet bright crimson blood may start

In little rillets from the little heart

Spare her thy sport to be,

Goddess, she spared not me.

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