Hopes for a Lover
I’d have you proud as red brocade
And such a sight as Venus made
Extravagantly stepping from a shell.
I’d have you clear your way before
With such a look as Aias wore
On his way back from hell.
I’d have you strong as spider’s strand
And all volcanic as the land
Where the nymph fooled that cunning Ulysses.
I’d have you arrogantly ride
Love’s flurry, as the turning seas
Bore Arion upon a fish.
My last and dearest wish—
That you should let the arrows of my pride
Come at you again and again and never touch you.http://fadedpage.com/showbook.php?pid=20150363
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