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 | Collected poems of Edwin Arlington Robinson |  |
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Lais to Aphrodite
(Plato)
When I, poor Lais, with my crown
Of beauty could laugh Hellas down,
Young lovers crowded at my door,
Where now my lovers come no more.
Of beauty could laugh Hellas down,
Young lovers crowded at my door,
Where now my lovers come no more.
So, Goddess, you will not refuse
A mirror that has now no use;
For what I was I cannot be,
And what I am I will not see.
A mirror that has now no use;
For what I was I cannot be,
And what I am I will not see.
| Collected poems of Edwin Arlington Robinson | |