Veni Vene



Star that bringest home the bee
And sett'st the weary labourer free
If any star shed peace, tis thou
Appearing when heaven's breath and brow

Come to the luxuriant skies
Whilst the landscape's odors rise
Whilst far-off lowing herds are heard
And songs, when toil is done
From cottages whose smoke unstirred
Curls yellow in the sun

Star of love's soft interviews
Parted lovers on thee muse
Their remembrancer in heaven
Too delicious to be riven

Come to the luxuriant skies
Whilst the landscape's odors rise
Whilst far-off lowing herds are heard
And songs, when toil is done
From cottages whose smoke unstirred
Curls yellow in the sun
The sun

Veni Vene, veni Vene!

That send'st it from above
Are sweet as hers we love
Of thrilling vows thou art
By absence from the heart

We set sail to the Evening
To the Morning Star
Far away from the moon and sun
Let Venus come

Veni Vene, veni Vene!