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 !