0 my Lesbia
let us live for loving,
Suns can set and return to light the
We when once has sunk down the brief
light of living
One long night must be slept and
slept for ever.
Give me kisses a thousand, then a
One more thousand again, again a
Many thousands of kisses, crowding
Kisses numberless like to sands on
Burning Libya's sands in far Cyrene.
Then the thousands confound and mix
Lest some envious Fate or eye