Author Robert Silliman Hillyer I see that Hermes unawares,Has left his footprints on the path;See here, he fell, and in his wrathHe pulled out several golden hairsAgainst the brambles. Guard them well,The hairs of gods are valuable.Paris Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments