High on the mantel rose a moan —
It came from an idol carved in bone —
“Oh, it’s so lonesome here alone,
With no one near to love me!�
A cautious smile came over the face
Of a pensive maid on a Grecian vase
“Are you sure,� she said, with charming grace,
“There’s no one near to love you?�
Leroy F. Jackson
