To Glycera
By Eugene Field
The cruel mother of the Loves, And other Powers offended, Have stirred my heart, where newly roves The passion that was ended. 'T is Glycera, to boldness prone, Whose radiant beauty fires me; While fairer than the Parian stone Her dazzling face inspires me. And on from Cyprus Venus speeds, Forbidding--ah! the pity-- The Scythian lays, the Parthian meeds, And such irrelevant ditty. Here, boys, bring turf and vervain too; Have bowls of wine adjacent; And ere our sacrifice is through She may be more complaisant.
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