Botticelli's 'Primavera'

Handmaids of the Queen of Love!
Earth grows white with stars;
Young Fertility is leaping,
Soft the springing grasses teem;
Slothful days have left their sleeping —
You alone do dream!

Maidens of the Queen of Flowers!
Trees hang orange lamps;
All the winds are pollen blowing;
Through the failing golden light
Gentle Gravity is going —
Passion is the Night!

Maidens of the silver feet!
Violent Spring's awake!
Hearts are seeking, birds are nesting;
Earth below and skies above
Teach the hour of sweet unresting! —
All the world is Love!
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