Classic Poem

LOVE IN RUINS .

Lesbia! you used to say you were
Catullus' own;
To me not Jove would you prefer,
And thereupon
I loved you as no mistress mere,
But as a son
Or daughter's husband is held dear —
Now you are known!
And though my passion 's livelier
And fiercer grown,
More vile and worthless you appear —
The wrong you 've done
May make Desire to wanton freer,
But lays Love prone!