ode to aphrodite

Wouldst thou not give her, virgin queen of queens. arisen out of Oceanus' oyster.
A coronet made of seas' pearls butterling-white to wear?
The apogee of Man's longing shines splendid, a cloud that never clears---
like the solitude of storm that fashioned the iridescent beam.
and within it even the blueness of Olympians are forgotten in amorous bondage...