Catching the Devil
| Catching the Devil
written by William Henry Davies
|From "The Birth Of Song", 1936||Link to further information|
Not while her charms are still in flower,
We'll trust no woman then;
Not till her beauty's gone for good,
Can she be safe with men.
I thought I loved an angel once,
Without one breath of evil -
Till, smiling in my cunning trap,
I saw the very devil!
I set my trap in my friend's face,
With his weak face my glass;
Till, with his looks reflecting hers -
O Lord, how false she was!
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