Classic Poem

If Leander's lips I meet
All my thoughts to Xanthus turn,
If 'tis Xanthus that I greet
For Hippomenes I burn,
If Hippomenes be nigh
To Leander back I fly.

Full possession has no charms;
What I have not, that I love.
Taking all men to my arms
There I win my treasure trove.
Blame me, maidens, if you will,
You that love one lover still.