“Sas agapo sas agapo,”
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 loving 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.