An  Ode In Praise of Erato Disguised

Pray, think you, sweet Erotic Muse
To so easily obscure and confuse?
And seek to place impediment
By feigning vestal embodiment?

True poets see through truer eyes
And are not fooled by such disguise.
Though lesser talents be thus persuaded,
I know you a Goddess consecrated.

More obvious gifts let others seek,
Curve of hip and bloom of cheek.
For I know thy true power doth lie
In smirk of lip and flash of eye.

Of more earthly pleasures let lessers rhyme,
And seek them in more "southern" clime-
Tis thy laughter which doth touch my heart,
So to thy mind's delighting I bend my art.

So, seek not to dissuade thy follower,
This hapless, hopeless, jongleur.
Who but half-witted still doth know -
"A Dea est a Dea vel in dissimulo!"