Classic Poem

For fifteen years, Calenus, by your side,
Sulpicia has lived, a blooming bride.
O nights of bliss, whose each immortal hour
Is marked by pearls from distant India's shore.
What conflicts and what rivalry of love
Has your bed witnessed and the lamp above!
These fifteen years alone you hold as life,
Nor count the days before you had a wife.
For if kind Fate would turn again the page
One day surpasses four times Nestor's age.