To Lesbia

• My Lesbia, let us love and live,
• And to the winds, my Lesbia, give
• Each cold restraint, each boding fear
• Of age and all her saws severe.
• Yon sun now posting to the main
• Will set,—but 'tis to rise again;—
• But we, when once our mortal light
• Is set, must sleep in endless night.
• Then come, with whom alone I'll live,
• A thousand kisses take and give!
• Another thousand!—to the store
• Add hundreds—then a thousand more!
• And when they to a million mount,
• Let confusion take the account,—
• That you, the number never knowing,
• May continue still bestowing—
• That I for joys may never pine,
• Which never can again be mine!