“I saw your
charms in another’s arms,”
Said a Grecian swain with his blood
a-boil;
”And he kissed you fair as he held you there,
A willing bird in a serpent’s
coil!”
The maid looked
up from the cinctured cup
Wherein she was crushing the berries
red,
Pain and surprise in her honest eyes —
”It was only one o’ those gods,” she
said.