LESBIA, live to love and pleasure, Careless what the grave may say: When each moment is a treasure Why should lovers lose a day? Setting suns shall rise in glory, But when little life is o'er, There's an end to all the story: We shall sleep and wake no more. Give me then a thousand kisses, Twice ten thousand more bestow, Till the sum of boundless blisses Neither we nor envy know. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...OLNEY HYMNS: 49. JOY AND PEACE IN BELIEVING by WILLIAM COWPER THE LEPER (2) by NATHANIEL PARKER WILLIS THE SHRINE OF VENUS by ANTIPATER OF SIDON THE BUS by MABEL WARREN ARNOLD WE HAVE DREAMED TOO MUCH OF GOLD by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE |