 | The poems and prose writings of Sumner Lincoln Fairfield |  |
“Look on thy suppliant worshipper, my love!”
Said the voluptuous mocker of the gods.
“Thy Saturn, my Osiris, aptly feigned,
With Horus and the laughing Boygod, wreathed
With lotus and charm'd myrtle, must be now
The only Guardians of our paradise—
For thou art the voluptuous Paphian Queen,
And must with kisses be adored! thy breath
Is odour—on that fair full bosom sleep
A thousand loves—those lustrous eyes enchant—
And the limbs moulded by divinest skill”—
Said the voluptuous mocker of the gods.
“Thy Saturn, my Osiris, aptly feigned,
With Horus and the laughing Boygod, wreathed
With lotus and charm'd myrtle, must be now
The only Guardians of our paradise—
For thou art the voluptuous Paphian Queen,
And must with kisses be adored! thy breath
Is odour—on that fair full bosom sleep
A thousand loves—those lustrous eyes enchant—
And the limbs moulded by divinest skill”—
| The poems and prose writings of Sumner Lincoln Fairfield | |