To Lesbia!
LESBIA! since far from you I've rang'd, Our souls with fond affection glow not; You say, 'tis I, not you, have chang'd, I'd tell you...
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LESBIA! since far from you I've rang'd, Our souls with fond affection glow not; You say, 'tis I, not you, have chang'd, I'd tell you why,--but yet I know not. Your polish'd brow no cares have crost; And Lesbia! we are not much older, Since, trembling, first my heart I lost, Or told my love, with hope grown bolder. Sixteen was then our utmost age, Two years have lingering pass'd away, love!…
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