In Her Praise -by Robert Graves This they know well: The Goddess yet abides. Though each new lovely woman whom she rides, Straddling her neck for a year or two or three Should sink beneath such weight of majesty And, groping back to humankind, gainsay The headlong power that whitened all her way With a broad track of trefoil - leaving you, Her chosen lover, ever again thrust through With daggers, your purse rifled, your …
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