Venus. Frosty lies the winter-landscape, In the twilight golden-green. Down the Park`s deserted alleys, Naked elms stand stark and lean. Dumb the murmur of the fountain, Birds have flown from lawn and hill. But while yonder star`s ascendant, Love triumphal reigneth still. See the keen flame throb and tremble, Brightening in the darkening night, Breathing like a thing of passion, In the sky`s smooth chrysolite. Not beneath the moon, oh lover, Thou shalt gain thy heart`s desire. Speak to-night! The gods are with thee Burning with a kindred fire.SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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