I Marked Where Lovely Venus And Her Court With Song And Dance And Merry Laugh Went By; Weightless, Their Wingless Feet Seemed Made To Fly, Bound From The Ground And In Mid Air To Sport. Left Far Behind I Heard The Dolphins Snort, Tracking Their Goddess With A Wistful Eye, Around Whose Head White Doves Rose, Wheeling High Or Low, And Cooed After Their Tender Sort. All This I Saw In Spring. Through Summer Heat I Saw The Lovely Queen Of Love No More. But When Flushed Autumn Through The Woodlands Went I Spied Sweet Venus Walk Amid The Wheat: Whom Seeing, Every Harvester Gave O'Er His Toil, And Laughed And Hoped And Was Content.