Psyche Who is MineA Poem by Dietrich von CroweO, envy of a blooming rose, who hath The bitterness of Aphrodite’s eye, Thou art as ample in thine arcs as are The apples of some yonder tree, and yet Art thou more ripe than all of Eden’s fruit And suppler still than China’s woven silk. Proud Caelum’s daughter, stygian of will, Once could entice all lovers to their beds To give her off’rings with the taste of moans, And heat so ardent that it weeps like fire But came the object of her wickedness, And all intoxicated passion ceased To witness beauty finer than the first: For thou hast more dimension than the stars, And lesser pleasure for their patent faults. © 2011 Dietrich von Crowe |
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