The depths of woman's love for man.
And men, of love's sweet flame bereft,
Have but the brutal instincts left.
She, too, my youthful love returned,
Each breast with throb responsive yearned,
The oracles of passion sweet,
All augured happiness complete.
But, ere the nuptial knot was bound,
A whispered rumor crept around,
A whispered rumor, such as rise