| Harriet Monroe, ed. (18601936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917. |
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| 198. Venus Transiens |
| | | By Amy Lowell |
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| TELL me, | |
| Was Venus more beautiful | |
| Than you are, | |
| When she stopped | |
| The crinkled waves, | 5 |
| Drifting shoreward | |
| On her plaited shell? | |
| Was Botticellis vision | |
| Fairer than mine; | |
| And were the pointed rosebuds | 10 |
| He tossed his lady | |
| Of better worth | |
| Than the words I blow about you | |
| To cover your too great loveliness | |
| As with a gauze | 15 |
| Of misted silver? | |
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| For me, | |
| You stand poised | |
| In the blue and buoyant air, | |
| Cinctured by bright winds, | 20 |
| Treading the sunlight. | |
| And the waves which precede you | |
| Ripple and stir | |
| The sands at my feet. | |
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