The World’s Tragedy

THE GARDEN OF EROS. II All diverse delights are mine, Kiss within me, and combine To a languorous lyric lure Sweet as pleasure, and as sure ! SILENUS Tut, my lad, you do not mention Modesty. ANTINOUS ’Twas mine intention, But those loose lips wine-corrupt Always itch to interrupt ! SILENUS Nay, boy, all the song was true. Come and frisk it once together ! Ah, the goodly Grecian Weather ! Ah, the heavenly haze of blue, That must set an azure frame Round the flaxen locks aflame ! CHRYSIS Come, Evadne, let us fling Flowers upon them gambolling !