She will not let him go, the farmer there,
While any of her poison works in him.
Ares, what if some of your new wisdom—
You could persuade her, Ares.”
But the sullen
Soldier still was sullen, though a god;
He would not lift his face as Aphrodite,
Smiling at them, catlike, kept her way
With Daniel down the road.
“Apollo’s song,”