Robert Graves. (№ 291702)

Near the entrance to the garden, under the moon
And in the cloud honey flavors
Portraying a faithful wife,
She rejected the call of another husband -
Lips only, but no heart, no!
Not knowing what to say, she scared
To lie think for children...
"For the children" - she whispered.
But a lie is a lie. One she doesn't go.
In bed that night, not once,
Wife rejected vechnogo husband,
And again with your heart and lips only.
"Because of the children," she whispered,
Which love-not loved.