“ Σάς ὰγαπῶ, σάς ὰγαπῶ ,”
He sang beneath her lattice.
“ Sas agapo? ” she murmured—“O,
I wonder, now, what that is!”
Was she less fair that she did bear
So light a load of knowledge?
Are tender looks got out of books,
Or kisses taught in college?
Of woman’s lore give me no more
Than how to love—in many
A tongue men brawl; she speaks them all
Who says “I love,” in any.