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Rh Or offer roses to the Queen of flowers. You are the radiant Goddess of my dreams, And I your darkling, desperate devotee Kneel in the dark, yet pray towards the light. Do you approve my worship? O my Queen, Come you to Athens from these troublous times And dwell in peace under the budded bays With him whose life were aimless lacking you, Rearing fair children maybe, that may serve The God with gracious worship, when we twain Are dust within one urn.

O I rejoice To find that Helios with golden bow Has chased the gloomy shadow from your brain. I joy to think you sail for Athens soon, To find the dear, the dread Divinities Their fair white fanes full-fronting to the dawn. Where manly Gods are served by men divine,