A Serenade

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A Serenade

“Σάς ὰγαπῶ, σάς ὰγαπῶ,”

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?

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.