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A SERENADE
“Σας αγαπω, σας αγαπω,”
He sang beneath her lattice.
“‘Sas agapo’?” she murmured—“O,
I wonder, now what that is!”
He sang beneath her lattice.
“‘Sas agapo’?” she murmured—“O,
I wonder, now what that is!”
Was she less fair that she did bear
So light a load of knowledge?
Are tender looks got out of books,
Or kisses taught in college?
So light a load of knowledge?
Are tender looks got out of books,
Or kisses taught in college?
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Of woman's lore give me no more
Than how to love. In many
A tongue men brawl; she speaks them all
Who says “I love,” in any.
Than how to love. In many
A tongue men brawl; she speaks them all
Who says “I love,” in any.
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