ON ACME AND SEPTUMIUSTo Acmé quoth Septumius who his fere Held on his bosom-" Acme', mine! next year, Unless I love thee fondlier than before,And with each twelve month love thee more and more,As much as lover's life can slay with yearning,Alone in Lybia, or Hind's clime a-burning,Be mine to encounter Lion grisly-eyed!"While he was speaking Love on leftward side(As wont) approving sneeze from dextral sped.But Acmé backwards gently bending head,And the love-drunken eyes of her sweet boyKissing with yonder rosy mouth, "My joy,"She murmured, "my life-love Septumillus mine!Unto one master's hest let's aye incline,As burns with fuller and with fiercer fireIn my soft marrow set, this love-desire!"While she was speaking, Love from leftward side(As wont) with sneeze approving rightwards hied.Now with boon omens wafted on their way,