Ii. The Venus Of Melos

Goddess, or woman nobler than the God, No eyes a-gaze upon Ægean seas Shifting and circling past their Cyclades Saw thee. The Earth, the gracious Earth, wastrod First by thy feet, while round thee lay her broad Calm harvests, and great kine, and shadowing trees, And flowers like queens, and a full year’s increase, Clusters, ripe berry, and the bursting pod. So thy victorious fairness, unallied To bitter things or barren, doth bestow And not exact; so thou art calm and wise; Thy large allurement saves; a man may grow Like Plutarch’s men by standing at thy side, And walk thenceforward with clear-visioned eyes!