To Meliti
Time cannot conquer Nature; that I see
Whene'er I look on slender Meliti.
What though her years are counted by the score,
What though old age holds wide for her the door!
Her girlish wantonness she still retains,
Her cheeks are bright, the charm of youth remains,
Nor do her eyes forget their ancient art,
One fleeting glance and lo, she's snared your heart.
Whene'er I look on slender Meliti.
What though her years are counted by the score,
What though old age holds wide for her the door!
Her girlish wantonness she still retains,
Her cheeks are bright, the charm of youth remains,
Nor do her eyes forget their ancient art,
One fleeting glance and lo, she's snared your heart.
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