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!