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Wilfrid Scawen Blunt - The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part IV: Vita Nova: CII
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THE VENUS OF MILO
 What art thou? Woman? Goddess? Aphrodite?
 Yet never such as thou from the cold foam
 Of ocean, nor from cloudy heaven might come,
 Who wast begotten on her bridal night
 In passionate Earth`s womb by Man`s delight,
 When Man was young. I cannot trace in thee
 Time`s handiwork. Say, rather, where is he
 For whom thy face was red which is so white?
 Thou standest ravished, broken, and thy face
 Is writ with ancient passions. Thou art dumb
 To my new love. Yet, whatsoe`er of good,
 Of crime, of pride, of passion, or of grace
 In woman is, thou, woman, hast in sum.
 Earth`s archetypal Eve. All Womanhood.
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