Said Hermes, “—it was all we needed then.”
He nodded, and the bright musician bowed.
“It was a potent song. The tough old man,
The tender young, the farmer in his heart—
All four of them were changed. But now you see—”
He pointed, and they looked where Aphrodite,
Dimming with her companions down the highway,
Walked as a mortal would; though still they knew
The goddess by a smile that lingered somewhere,
Mingling as the moon did with the tops