Wave-boisterous mark these sons
Of Neptune, conceived too late
As eulogy's hastener
In the Aphrodite
Fable-bearing sight.
Who could, atop this famed goddess's
Froth-blown platform, as lauded
Shouldered that image for us.
Bronzed, handsome and wide
Venus' scolloped ride.
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