Maiden of the Moon

In her sweet palace Venus dreamed a million loves.... ....and blew many a kiss from rainbow terraces above, oft in the jealous gaze of Silver Joy, the 'Elven Moon' that shines for her employ, and fantasize he ---- How moonlit his face was upon her wanton court; if only his beams could become as flesh and feel her love in the high places of the world..... Thus he would erect her likeness in earth's every corner, where the roses must grow 'neath her lovely, and what blooms would bless! and smite all things unhallowed; She gazed upon him most fondly in his fullness, and felt his night-kiss on her lips, in the soft of summer..... gentle o'er the mountains, his lunar eye did confess, a midnight matrimony; ..... the mid-month, as much man as moon and could but touch her in his witching-hour power; Through her silken curtains as a moonbeam god, the gaze of a thousand Lords..... when Venus strolled her many walks aerie-dressed in her balmy breezed gowns, naked with stardust wine; When none would love her, not even Aries! ---- but the moonlit night.... his breath upon her brow, (and her feminine lush) And danced she her little waltz with him (fair maiden of the moon)