Aphrodite-wed on summer's noon I lay me long reflecting And glad my eye the sky as hillcrest partner shares this view - Fond Cytherea seems at nature with a point in thought-fixed time All else save lady with her doting nymphs is show'ring green about And I intruder at her foaming birth rebuke the modern scandal Nothing lurid naught impure my naked lady stands at bath While soon doves blithely perched (wet wings do mark a chilling breeze) Most amorous white birds praise my passion's woozy lightness 'neath the trees