I marked where lovely Venus and her court <br />With song and dance and merry laugh went by; <br />Weightless, their wingless feet seemed made to fly, <br />Bound from the ground and in mid air to sport. <br />Left far behind I heard the dolphins snort, <br />Tracking their goddess with a wistful eye, <br />Around whose head white doves rose, wheeling high <br />Or low, and cooed after their tender sort. <br />All this I saw in Spring. Through Summer heat <br />I saw the lovely Queen of Love no more. <br />But when flushed Autumn through the woodlands went <br />I spied sweet Venus walk amid the wheat: <br />Whom seeing, every harvester gave o'er <br />His toil, and laughed and hoped and was content.<br /><br />Christina Georgina Rossetti<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/venus-s-looking-glass/
