To My Wife as May Queen

By George Sterling

Goddess of hearts by beauty's right divine,
    If yet in any isle of ancient seas
    Or garden oŁ the lost Hesperides
An altar to the Cytherean shine,
Go thou not thither, tho' the gods repine;
    But grant us, we that love thy dear decrees,
    To know thy sway—solicitous to please
With coronals and sacrificial wine.

Permit us that the dove-voiced flutes extol
    Thy grace, and ours be garlands that enthrall
        Of sacred myrtle to thy service grown.
Beauty hath many pathways to the soul,
    And thou, O gentle queen., hast found them all,
        Making each heart thou enterest thy throne.

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