1
- Lesbia! since far from you Ive ranged,
- Our souls with fond affection glow not;
- You say tis I, not you, have changed,
- Id tell you why,but yet I know not.
2
- Your polishd brow no cares have crost;
- And, Lesbia! we are not much older,
- Since, trembling, first my heart I lost,
- Or told my love, with hope grown bolder.
3
- Sixteen was then our utmost age,
- Two years have lingering past away, love!
- And now new thoughts our minds engage,
- At least I feel disposed to stray, love!
4
- Tis I that am alone to blame,
- I, that am guilty of loves treason;
- Since your sweet breast is still the same,
- Caprice must be my only reason.
5
- I do not, love! suspect your truth,
- With jealous doubt my bosom heaves not;
- Warm was the passion of my youth,
- One trace of dark deceit it leaves not.
6
- No, no, my flame was not pretended,
- For, Oh! I loved you most sincerely;
- Andthough our dream at last is ended
- My bosom still esteems you dearly.
7
- No more we meet in yonder bowers;
- Absence has made me prone to roving;
- But older, firmer hearts than ours
- Have found monotony in loving.
8
- Your cheeks soft bloom is unimpaird,
- New beauties still are daily brightning,
- Your eye for conquest beams prepared,
- The forge of loves resistless lightning.
9
- Armd thus, to make their bosoms bleed,
- Many will throng to sigh like me, love!
- More constant they may prove, indeed;
- Fonder, alas! they neer can be, love!
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