The impotent keen knife divides. Have mercy,
Goddess.” And he waited. But her lips,
Unmoving, only teased him; and tormented
Artemis.
“The man was free of longing,
And the dark maid of him,” the huntress said,
“Till this one wantoned, wooing him with dreams.
Then Ares—common soldier—fanned the fire
In those you call his minions.” Hermes nodded.
“And so our plan’s perplexed before it ripens.