When Zephyrus blew her to the shore
new-born from ocean deep.
She brought such beauty, love and grace
the gods began to weep.
Then gentleness and dignity,
with beauty, they were merged.
Above the waves, were swept to shore,
no longer were submerged
Her hair was long and wrapped around
her body that was bare.
She cast no shadow on the sand,
which made the locals stare.
The fisherfolk forsook their nets
to follow where she led.
But first they knelt and bowed their heads.
The fearful, they had fled.
Then as she trod the golden beach,
the children danced and sang.
(In far-off days before church bells.)
So, all creation rang.
And as Aeolus set and kissed
her face with dying rays.
Sweet Venus smiled, and darkness died
before her goddess gaze.