Nor the cavernous depths of earth profane.
DECEIVING MAIDENS
Ah! triumph is a summer’s flower,
And short-lived is success;
Their petals fade but in an hour
And wither into nothingness.
Two blushing maidens fair are they,—
The fairest of their kin,
So skilled in the art of a lover’s ruse
That we woo them, but rarely win.