For ne’er without a shudder turn you home
From feasts like these whose outset is so luring.
And her I love most dearly who most deeply
Can thrill with pain nor goes a second time.
But that would not show blame in you—why, no!
Only I’m happy that my Lesbia,
Who’s grown to woman with you, feels as I.
Lesbia.
Will you to-day forgive me——
Rhod.