With fetters gold her captivated feet <br />Lay, sunny sweet; <br />In that palm was the poppy, Sleep; in this <br />The apple, Bliss; <br />Against the mild side of his Spouse and Mother <br />One small God throve, and in't, meseem'd, another. <br />By these a Death-in-Life did foully breathe <br />Out of a face that was one grate of teeth. <br />Lift, O kind Angels, lift her eyelids loth, <br />Lest he devour her and her Godlets both!<br /><br />Coventry Patmore<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/venus-and-death/
