The New Aphrodite
Subscribe for ad free access & additional features for teachers. Authors: 267, Books: 3,607, Poems & Short Stories: 4,435, Forum Members: 71,154, Forum Posts: 1,238,602, Quizzes: 344 What though the gods of the eld be dead, Here are the mountains of azure and snow, Here are the valleys where loves are wed, And lilies in blow. Here are the hands that are lucid, sweet, Wound at the wrist with an amber beading, Folds of the seafoam to cover the feet, Mortals misleading. Down to the opaline lips of the sea Wander the lost ones, fallen but mighty, Stretching out hands, crying, "Turn unto me, O Aphrodite!" See where they lift up their faces and scan, Over the wave-heaps, thy coming; despite thee, Thou canst not fetter the soul of a man, O Aphrodite! Nay, but our bodies we bend,
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