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I marked where lovely Venus and her court / With song and dance and merry laugh went by; / Weightless, their wingless feet seemed made to fly, / Bound from the ground and in mid air to sport. / Left far behind I heard the dolphins snort, / Tracking their goddess with a wistful eye, / Around whose head white doves rose, wheeling high / Or low, and cooed after their tender sort. / All this I saw in spring. Through summer heat / I saw the lovely Queen of Love no more. / But when flushed autumn through the woodlands went / I spied sweet Venus walk amid the wheat: / Whom seeing, every harvester gave o'er / His toil, and laughed and hoped and was content.