Classic Poem

Treasure-like, I found her in a field
under a myrtle hedge, wrapped from her
throat to her feet in a yellow robe broidered
with blue. " I have no friend," she told me,
" for the nearest town is forty furlongs hence.
I live alone with my mother, who is widowed and
ever sad. If you wish, I will follow you. I
will follow you even to your own house, though
it is on the other side of the island, and I
will live under your roof until you send me
away. Your hand is tender, and your eyes are
blue. Let us go! I carry nothing with me
except the little naked Astarte which hangs
from my necklace. We will place it near yours,
and we will give them roses for each night's