Sea-born goddess, let me be
By thy son thus graced, and thee,
That whene'er I woo, I find
Virgins coy, but not unkind.
Let me, when I kiss a maid,
Taste her lips, so overlaid
With love's sirop, that I may
In your temple, when I pray,
Kiss the altar, and confess
There's in love no bitterness.
I am busy working to bring Robert Herrick's "A Hymn to Venus and Cupid" to life through some unique musical arrangements and will have a full analysis of the poem here for you later.
In the meantime, I invite you to explore the poem's themes, structure, and meaning. You can also check out the gallery for other musical arrangements or learn more about Robert Herrick's life and contributions to literature.
Check back soon to experience how "A Hymn to Venus and Cupid" transforms when verse meets melody—a unique journey that makes poetry accessible, engaging, and profoundly moving in new ways.