Our myrtle is in flower

OUR myrtle is in flower ; 
Behold Love's power ! 
The glorious stamens' crowded force unfurled, 

Cirque beyond cirque 
At breathing, bee-like, and harmonious work ; 
The rose-patched petals backward curled, 

Falling away 
To let fecundity have perfect play. 

O flower, dear to the eyes 

Of Aphrodite, rise 
As she at once to bare, audacious bliss ; 

And bid us near 
Your prodigal, delicious hemisphere. 
Where thousand kisses breed the kiss 

That fills the room 
With languor of an acid, dark perfume !