She had return’d unto the courts of Heaven,
And ’mong the immortals liv’d at peace again:
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Whose smile told Aphrodite that they knew
The meaning of her visit; and a flush
Of anger answer’d them, while hot she grew.
But Hera laugh’d outright: ‘Why thou dost blush!
Now see we modest manners on my life!
And all thy little son has got a wife
Can make the crimson to thy forehead rush.