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TO LESBIA
(From the Latin of Catullus)
Live we, Lesbia, and love!
What though the greybeards disapprove!
Let them wag their toothless jaws!
Who cares a copper for their saws?
What though the greybeards disapprove!
Let them wag their toothless jaws!
Who cares a copper for their saws?
Suns may set and suns may rise,
But when the light of life once dies,
Night that knows not any dawn
Brings eternal slumber on.
But when the light of life once dies,
Night that knows not any dawn
Brings eternal slumber on.
Kisses, kisses, I implore—
A hundred more! a thousand more!
Another thousand—ah, too fleet!—
A hundred!—thousand!—hundred, sweet!
A hundred more! a thousand more!
Another thousand—ah, too fleet!—
A hundred!—thousand!—hundred, sweet!
Let the thousands throng and cumber!
Crush them, crowd them past all number,
Lest some enchanter blight our blisses,
Knowing the number of our kisses.
Crush them, crowd them past all number,
Lest some enchanter blight our blisses,
Knowing the number of our kisses.
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