I MARKED where lovely Venus and her court With song and dance and merry laugh went by; Weightless, their wingless feet seemed made to fly, Bound from the ground, and in mid air to sport. Left far behind I heard the dolphins snort, Tracking their goddess with a wistful eye, Around whose head white doves rose, wheeling high Or low, and cooed after their tender sort. All this I saw in Spring. Through summer heat I saw the lovely Queen of Love no more. But when flushed Autumn through the woodlands went I spied sweet Venus walk amid the wheat: Whom seeing, every harvester gave o'er His toil, and laught and hoped and was content. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BOATS IN A FOG by ROBINSON JEFFERS WOODSMOKE AT 70 by HAYDEN CARRUTH TIRED by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON ON A CERTAIN CRITIC by AMY LOWELL THE CRESCENT MOON by AMY LOWELL THE WALL STREET PIT, MAY, 1901 by EDWIN MARKHAM |