The dull earth swung in silence o’er, <br />A dreamless world, a dreary star, <br />Until the doves of Venus bore <br />To Thessaly her ivory car. <br />She whispered to the sea and air, <br />And lightly with her wand she smote <br />The solid earth, till everywhere <br />The birds gave forth a sweeter note. <br />Whereat the sun did brighter shine, <br />More richly did the roses blow, <br />And like deep peace, a joy divine <br />Did fill the souls of men below. <br />And still are showered her magic arts <br />On man and maiden hand in hand, <br />Who hear a music in their hearts <br />Which none but they can understand. <br />A sweeter perfume sheds the rose, <br />A deeper azure tints the sky, <br />And softly with the daylight’s close <br />The doves of Venus hover nigh. <br />Thus oft, to earth doth she return <br />To strip the scales from mortal eyes, <br />And sends us Love, that we may learn <br />How Earth may yet be Paradise.<br /><br />George Essex Evans<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-doves-of-venus/
