Venus

Pallid with too iiuich longing, White with passion and prayer, Goddess of love and prayer, Shc sits in the picture there - Sits with her dark eyes seeking. Somcthing more fiubtle still Than the old delights of loving Her measureless days to lili Bhe has loved and been loved so often, In the long immortal years, ïhat Rhe tires of the worn out rapture, Bickens of hopea and fears. Nor joys nor sorrows move her - Cione is her ancient pride, For her head she f nimd too heavy The orown she has cast asidc. Clothed in her scarlet splendor, Bright with her glory of hair, Sad tbat she ia not moital - ' nally snd and fair- Lunging for joys sho knows not, A-thirst with a vain dcsire, There Bhc aita in the picture. Daughtcr of foam and fire. - The Athenseum.