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.