Verse > Anthologies > T. R. Smith, ed. > Poetica Erotica: A Collection of Rare and Curious Amatory Verse
T. R. Smith, comp.  Poetica Erotica: Rare and Curious Amatory Verse.  1921–22.
By Herbert Percy Horne (1864–1916)
(From Diversi Colores, 1891)

LO! how her eyes, lo! how her hands,
  How every action, which she hath,
Are ever, through the fallen lands
  Whence is the victory of her path,
Swords, whose dominion knows no bounds;        5
  But makes us bleed,
            And need
Her lips to mend the wounds.
Ye blessed Arrows of that Dear,
  Make speed, with all your sweet alarms;        10
Make speed, that Love may quickly bear
My piercèd body to her arms:
Haste ye, whose battle knows no bounds;
  But makes us bleed,
            And need        15
Her lips to mend the wounds.

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