 | Silenus |  |
Well he remembered how afresh each day
Her brightened countenance gave, mirror-like,
Clearly each varying passion he disclosed;
And how she stored his sayings as the voice
Of Fate. How, by her graces overcome,
He would forget all beauty of the world
But hers; entranced, would hold her in his arms,
Smoothing her shapely form, from laughing throat
Down to her agile feet, and lingering long
On each bewitching beauty, tho' the next
Enticed with yet more captivating charm:
But this enjoyed, the last forsaken seemed
To tempt return with sweetness multiplied.
Her brightened countenance gave, mirror-like,
Clearly each varying passion he disclosed;
And how she stored his sayings as the voice
Of Fate. How, by her graces overcome,
He would forget all beauty of the world
But hers; entranced, would hold her in his arms,
Smoothing her shapely form, from laughing throat
Down to her agile feet, and lingering long
On each bewitching beauty, tho' the next
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But this enjoyed, the last forsaken seemed
To tempt return with sweetness multiplied.
| Silenus | |