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Fuess and Stearns, comps.  The Little Book of Society Verse.  1922.
A Lesson in Mythology
By Eliza C. Hall
I READ to her, one summer day,
  A little mythologic story
About the maid who laughed at love,
  And ran a race for love and glory.
I closed the book. She raised her eyes        5
  And hushed the song she had been humming;
Glancing across the shady lawn,
  I saw my wealthy rival coming.
“These ancient tales,” I gravely said,
  “With meaning wise are often laden;        10
And Atalanta well may stand
  As type of many a modern maiden.
“Minus, of course, the classic scandal,
  But with no less of nimble grace,
How many dainty slippered feet        15
  Are running now that self-same race!
“And when Hippomenes casts down
  His golden apples, is there ever
A chance for Love to reach the goal?”
  With saucy smile, she answered, “Never.”        20
I rose to go—she took my hand
  (O, Fate, you ne’er that clasp can sever!)
And, “Stay,” she said, with sudden blush,—
  “You know that I meant—‘hardly ever.’”

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