Classic Poem

Dear Moon that on true lovers shine,
And thou my faithful mandoline,
Ye stars with radiance bright,
And thou, dear night,

Shall I this eve my wanton see
As once upon the couch with me,
When 'neath the lamp's clear ray
We sleepless lay?

But if another shares her bed
I'll come with suppliant wreaths instead,
Which at her doorway set
With tears I'll wet.

And these the words I'll write above —
" From Meleager, priest of love,
These shall an offering be,
Cypris, to thee."