Venus! to thee, the Lesbian Muse shall sing, <br />The song, which Myttellenian youths admir'd, <br />when Echo, am'rous of the strain inspir'd, <br />Bade the wild rocks with madd'ning plaudits ring! <br />Attend my pray'r! O! Queen of rapture! bring <br />To these fond arms, he, whom my soul has fir'd; <br />From these fond arms remov'd; yet, still desir'd, <br />Though love, exulting, spreads his varying wing! <br />Oh! source of ev'ry joy! of ev'ry care <br />Blest Venus! Goddess of the zone divine! <br />To Phaon's bosom, Phaon's victim bear; <br />So shall her warmest, tend'rest vows be thine! <br />For Venus, Sappho shall a wreath prepare, <br />And Love be crown'd, immortal as the Nine!<br /><br />Mary Darby Robinson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-xxxiv-venus-to-thee/
