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PART I. WEST-EASTERLY MORALITIES
Phyllis took a red rose from the tangles of her hair, --
Time, the Golden Age; the place, Arcadia, anywhere, --
Phyllis laughed, the saucy jade: "Sir Shepherd, wilt have this,
Or" -- Bashful god of skipping lambs and oaten reeds!
-- "a kiss?"
Bethink thee, gentle Corydon! A rose lasts all night long,
A kiss but slips from off your lips like a thrush's evening song.
A kiss that goes, where no one knows! A rose, a crimson rose!
Corydon made his choice and took -- Well, which do you suppose?