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"I saw your charms in another's arms," / Said a Grecian swain with his blood a-boil; / "And he kissed you fair as he held you there, / A willing bird in a serpent's coil!"
The maid looked up from the cinctured cup / Wherein she was crushing the berries red, / Pain and surprise in her honest eyes -- / "It was only one o' those gods," she said.