I thought that I was wholly free, <br />That I had Love upon the shelf; <br />"Hereafter," I declared in glee, <br />"I'll have my evenings to myself." <br />How can such mortal beauty live? <br />(Ah, Jove, thine errings I forgive!) <br /> <br />Her tresses pale the sunlight's gold; <br />Her hands are featly formed and taper; <br />Her--well, the rest ought not be told <br />In any modest family paper. <br />Fair as Ischomache, and bright <br />As Brimo. Quæque queen is right. <br /> <br />O goddesses of long ago, <br />A shepherd called ye sweet and slender. <br />He saw ye, so he ought to know; <br />But sooth to her ye must surrender. <br />O may a million years not trace <br />A single line upon that face!<br /><br />Franklin P. Adams<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/again-endorsing-the-lady-ii/
