 | Silenus |  |
The Demon waited by the water's edge,
Until for lack of breath she should arise,
When easy pastime then for him to bear
Her unresisting, to the woodland shade,
And leisurely devour the passive fruit.
Until for lack of breath she should arise,
When easy pastime then for him to bear
Her unresisting, to the woodland shade,
And leisurely devour the passive fruit.
| Silenus | |