A Serenade

“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.