A Venus seems my Mouse Come safe ashore from foaming seas, Which in a small way & at ease Keeps house. An Iris seems my Mouse, Bright bow of that exhausted shower Which made a world of sweet-herbs flower And boughs. A darling Mouse it is: -- Part hope not likely to take wing, Part memory, part anything You please. Venus-cum-Iris Mouse From shifting tides set safe apart, In no mere bottle, in my heart Keep house. |