---

George Meredith - The Rape Of Aurora
Work rating: Low

Never, O never, 
Since dewy sweet Flora 
Was ravished by Zephyr, 
Was such a thing heard 
In the valleys so hollow! 
Till rosy Aurora, 
Uprising as ever, 
Bright Phosphor to follow, 
Pale Phoebe to sever, 
Was caught like a bird 
To the breast of Apollo! 

Wildly she flutters, 
And flushes all over 
With passionate mutters 
Of shame to the hush 
Of his amorous whispers: 
But O such a lover 
Must win when he utters, 
Thro` rosy red lispers, 
The pains that discover 
The wishes that gush 
From the torches of Hesperus. 

One finger just touching 
The Orient chamber, 
Unflooded the gushing 
Of light that illumed 
All her lustrous unveiling. 
On clouds of glow amber, 
Her limbs richly blushing, 
She lay sweetly wailing, 
In odours that gloomed 
On the God as he bloomed 
O`er her loveliness paling. 

Great Pan in his covert 
Beheld the rare glistening, 
The cry of the love-hurt, 
The sigh and the kiss 
Of the latest close mingling; 
But love, thought he, listening, 
Will not do a dove hurt, 
I know,—and a tingling, 
Latent with bliss, 
Prickt thro` him, I wis, 
For the Nymph he was singling.
Source
The script ran 0.001 seconds.