~Circe.~

Merry smiles and entrancing eyes,
Words that are light as passing air.
Lips that never disown disguise,
Hearts that endeavor hearts to snare,
Tongues that know not the way to spare,
Babbling on in a thoughtless whirl;
Would-be worshippers, O beware!
These are the ways of the modern girl.

Faces fickle as April skies,
Eyes where Cupid has made his lair;
When they tempt you to idolize,
Then for a broken heart prepare.
What does she care for your despair,
Striving peace from your life to hurl?
Would-be worshippers, O take care!
These are the ways of the modern girl.

Ribbons and laces, smiles and sighs,
A knot of vermilion in her hair,
Glances where veiled deception lies,
A kiss, perchance, on the winding stair,
Exquisite gowns and roses rare,
Shimmer of silver, gloss of pearl--
Where is the heart, O woman, where?
These are the ways of the modern girl.