Love, doth the weeping willow sigh to thee?
Impassioned as Venus was Josephine,
Loving, and having been loved by many,
Eyes both as bright blue as one has e'er seen;
How can you hark Jove's own oaken whisper?
When you, untrue, (I was but one to've kissed her)
Made me as jealous as great Jupiter,
I could not share you with her, your soul-sister;
Mother of the moon goddess, Diana,
Whom about to pluck a branch heard it say,
How could you hear a voice in such a way?
Both with minds as clear as a cloudless sky,
An arching azured heavenly vista.
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Classical Poetry
PoetryA collection of poems touching on the themes of Roman, ancient Greek and Classical civilisations.
