Lesbia Nostra! Lesbia Illa!

Lips ! that were often prest on mine,
What falsehood ever found ye there?
I scarcely call'd her half-divine,
Scarcely the fairest of the fair.
I wooed to right, I warn'd of wrong,
I taught the little lore I knew;
She paid me with a siren song . .
Better one breath of pure and true!
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