Versos English Louis Vintras Eroteme

English poem

Eroteme

by (1864–1934)

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We hold that love is a gift divine, Then why are kisses sold? O, is there then no earthly shrine But men defile with gold!

Maiden, your sixteen springs were worth The jewels of a regal crown.... Why did you hate your humble birth? Why sin for a silken gown?