Thy words are honey Thy milky charms In dew dappled eyes and sun dappled arms whos kisses are lifes sweet angel balms whos breasts is pert or freckled face smiles figure venusian, wit and wild. begraced with long falls and wreathes of hair a shawl, that conceals eyes that flash and dare all approach, try not stare, if you dare, come one, come all. bewitched by nature's folly, the snare to which we fall. betwixt love and lust and great folly, the great chase of life that spring of human flowering and all its honors and strife. like golden fruit whos heavy form, sways resplendent on the bow bent perfumed by natures heady scent. **** Athena, huntress, the face of splendor. presents none who dare, but the boldest, her treasure. Gives up the secret, the garden and the gate. Parts wide the flowers for the snake.