Classic Poem

(Catullus, V)

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 [ ] light
Is set, must sleep in endless night.
Then come, with whom alone I live,
A thousand kisses take or 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
That never can again be mine.