My Mouse

  Avenus seems my Mouse
Come safe ashore from foaming seas,
Which in a small way and 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
       Keep house.