Erato

Erato is the Muse of Erotic Poetry.

There once was a lass from Nantucket...

No, no, I haven't the heart. Let's try this instead:

Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate.
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer's lease hath all too short a date.
Sometimes too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimmed;
And every fair from fair sometimes declines,
By chance, or nature's changing course, untrimmed:
But thy eternal summer shall not fade
Nor lose possession for that fair thou ow'st,
Nor shall Death brag thou wand'rest in his shade
When in eternal lines to time thou grow'st.
  So long as men breathe or eyes can see,
  So long lives this and gives life to thee.