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To Lydia

By Eugene Field

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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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Eugene Field (1850–1895) was an American writer and poet known as the "children's poet." His poems "Wynken, Blynken, and Nod" and "Little Boy Blue" are cherished classics of American children's literature.

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