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The Queen of Paphos, Erycine

The Queen of Paphos, Erycine,
In heart did rose-cheek'd Adon love,
He mortal was but she divine,
And oft with kisses did him move;
With great gifts still she did him woo,
But he would never yield thereto.

Then since the Queen of Love by Love
To love was once a subject made,
And could thereof no pleasure prove,
By day, by night, by light or shade,
Why being mortal should I grieve,
Since she herself could not relieve?

She was a goddess heavenly,
And lov'd a fair fac'd earthly boy,
Who did contemn her deity,
And would not grant her hope of joy,
For Love doth govern by a fate,
That here plants will, and there leaves hate.

But I a hapless mortal wight,
To an immortal beauty sue;
No marvel then she loathes my sight,
Since Adon Venus would not woo,
Hence, groaning sighs, mirth be my friend
Before my life, my love shall end.Englishlove poemlove poemslove poems for herlove poetrypoems about loveromantic poems