Hymn To Venus And Cupid

A poem by Robert Herrick

Sea-born goddess, let me be
By thy son thus graced, and thee,
That whene'er I woo, I find
Virgins coy, but not unkind.
Let me, when I kiss a maid,
Taste her lips, so overlaid
With love's sirop, that I may
In your temple, when I pray,
Kiss the altar, and confess
There's in love no bitterness.

Reader Comments

Tell us what you think of 'Hymn To Venus And Cupid' by Robert Herrick

comments powered by Disqus