Venus in a Garden

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Venus in a Garden

’Twas at early morning,

The dawn was blushing in her purple bed,

When in a sweet, embowered garden

She, the fairest of the goddesses,

The lovely Venus,

Roamed amongst the roses white and red.

She sought for flowers

To make a garland

For her golden head.

Snow-white roses, blood-red roses,

In that sweet garden close,

Offered incense to the goddess:

Both the white and the crimson rose.

White roses, red roses, blossoming:

But the fair Venus knew

The crimson roses had gained their hue

From the hearts that for love had bled;

And the goddess made a garland

Gathered from the roses red.