To Chloi
Chloi, regard my song sententious
And trust me as your soul's director:
No longer be a conscientious
Objector.
No lion, I, to feast upon
You, Chloi. Do not be so distant.
Forget your mother. Be a non-
Resistant.
II
Fear me not, my Chloi, like a fawn that seeks its mother,
Frightened of the forest, overfearful of the trees,
Tremulous with terror it is difficult to smother,
Quivering at the rustle of the brier in the breeze.
Never mine the cruel wish to crush you like a lion,
Never mine the wish to be a tiger in a rage.
Cut away from mother! Give your bridal-gown a try on!
Votes for women, Chloi! And remember, you're of age.
And trust me as your soul's director:
No longer be a conscientious
Objector.
No lion, I, to feast upon
You, Chloi. Do not be so distant.
Forget your mother. Be a non-
Resistant.
II
Fear me not, my Chloi, like a fawn that seeks its mother,
Frightened of the forest, overfearful of the trees,
Tremulous with terror it is difficult to smother,
Quivering at the rustle of the brier in the breeze.
Never mine the cruel wish to crush you like a lion,
Never mine the wish to be a tiger in a rage.
Cut away from mother! Give your bridal-gown a try on!
Votes for women, Chloi! And remember, you're of age.
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