Propertius's Happy Moment
She didn't go! She didn't go! She never went! She's here!
Deaf to the ceaseless clamor of his wooing was her ear.
With envy burst, mine enemies! With jealousy be green!
No more my Cynthia seeks the strange or craves the alien scene.
She loves me, and because of me is Rome her favorite town.
" For you, " she cries, " and you alone I'd turn a kingdom down. "
She chooses rather mine embrace, in a narrow bed and coarse,
Than Hippodamia's wealth, or that which Elis won by horse.
Great though his gifts and greater still the promises he made.
To him the wandering thoughts of her from me have never strayed;
And not by gold nor India's pearls was I a suitor strong,
But by the magic of my lute, the suppliance of my song.
What mighty maids the Muses are! How helpful is Apollo
To lovers! Trusting in their aid, my Cynthia sweet I follow.
I set my jubilant feet to-night on the loftiest stars that shine;
Let this day's glory crown my head when it is white. . . . She's mine!
Deaf to the ceaseless clamor of his wooing was her ear.
With envy burst, mine enemies! With jealousy be green!
No more my Cynthia seeks the strange or craves the alien scene.
She loves me, and because of me is Rome her favorite town.
" For you, " she cries, " and you alone I'd turn a kingdom down. "
She chooses rather mine embrace, in a narrow bed and coarse,
Than Hippodamia's wealth, or that which Elis won by horse.
Great though his gifts and greater still the promises he made.
To him the wandering thoughts of her from me have never strayed;
And not by gold nor India's pearls was I a suitor strong,
But by the magic of my lute, the suppliance of my song.
What mighty maids the Muses are! How helpful is Apollo
To lovers! Trusting in their aid, my Cynthia sweet I follow.
I set my jubilant feet to-night on the loftiest stars that shine;
Let this day's glory crown my head when it is white. . . . She's mine!
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