Venus and Adonis (pt 2)

It is proven. A cold shower doesn't work at all. I'm still all fired up about this particular poem.
But when, at last

She takes him by the hand, and that is cold;
She whispers in his ears a heavy tale,
As if they heard the woeful words she told;
She lifts the coffer-lids that close his eyes,
Where, lo, two lamps, burnt out, in darkness
lies;

I am also cold. The bitter death of Adonis, hard fighting hunter that he was, leaves me shuddering in sorrow.
Maybe Venus, in her pure, lust driven enchantment, loved Adonis, not as a woman, but a naive, little girl.
She loved him truly, but did not seem able to comprehend the death of the one she loved.
Her incredible goddessly powers, were no match for the simple, raw force of nature (ok, a boar, but a natural one).

Sorry for the long delay in posting.
Thanks for listening.