The sunset burns along the hill And all the stars come out too soon, And lovely restless Venus lies In the curled arm of the moon. Venus, thou art a light o' love! Now by the ardent moon caressed, Midnight shall find thee trembling down To the sea's strong throbbing breast.
- by Ella Higginson (1862 - 1940) [author's text not yet checked against a primary source]
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