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First Line: Near troy, latona's rival makes her moan
Last Line: A shoe I'd be, might I be worn by you.
Alternate Author Name(s): Anakreon; Anacreontea


NEAR Troy, Latona's rival makes her moan,
Chang'd by the Gods, into a weeping stone;
And ravish'd Philomel (they say 'tis true)
Became a bird, stretch'd out her wings, and flew.

But I could wish to be your looking-glass,
Thence to admire the beauties of your face:
Or robe de chambre, that each night and morn,
On those sweet limbs undrest, I might be worn.

Or else a crystal spring for your delight,
And you to bathe in those cool streams invite:
Or be some precious sweets to please the smell,
That in your hand, I near your lips might dwell.

Or string of pearls, upon your neck to rest,
Or pendent gem, kissing your snowy breast;
E'en to your feet, would I my wish pursue,
A shoe I'd be, might I be worn by you.





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