She had none that was fit to wear.)
And so the naughty youngster found her
With leaves and sewing girls around her.
When Venus heard her infant’s wail,
In apprehension she besought him
To tell her all his angry tale;
Then to her breast she, breathless, caught him.
And, as his tear-stained face she kissed,
Upon an arrow scratched her wrist.
So in her veins in this strange fashion