To Lydia
By Eugene Field
Tell me, Lydia, tell me why, By the gods that dwell above, Sybaris makes haste to die Through your cruel, fatal love. Now he hates the sunny plain; Once he loved its dust and heat. Now no more he leads the train Of his peers on coursers fleet. Now he dreads the Tiber's touch, And avoids the wrestling-rings,-- He who formerly was such An expert with quoits and things. Come, now, Mistress Lydia, say Why your Sybaris lies hid, Why he shuns the martial play, As we're told Achilles did.
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