T. R. Smith, comp. Poetica Erotica: Rare and Curious Amatory Verse. 1921–22.
Erotomachia
By Herbert Percy Horne (1864–1916)(From Diversi Colores, 1891) LO! how her eyes, lo! how her hands, | |
| How every action, which she hath, | |
| Are ever, through the fallen lands | |
| Whence is the victory of her path, | |
| Swords, whose dominion knows no bounds; | 5 |
| But makes us bleed, | |
| And need | |
| Her lips to mend the wounds. | |
| Ye blessed Arrows of that Dear, | |
| Make speed, with all your sweet alarms; | 10 |
| Make speed, that Love may quickly bear | |
| My piercèd body to her arms: | |
| Haste ye, whose battle knows no bounds; | |
| But makes us bleed, | |
| And need | 15 |
| Her lips to mend the wounds. | |