My Mouse
By Christina Rossetti
A Venus seems my Mouse
Come safe ashore from foaming seas,
Which in a small way & at ease
Keeps house.
An Iris seems my Mouse,
Bright bow of that exhausted shower
Which made a world of sweet-herbs flower
And boughs.
A darling Mouse it is:—
Part hope not likely to take wing,
Part memory, part anything
You please.
Venus-cum-Iris Mouse
From shifting tides set safe apart,
In no mere bottle, in my heart
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