Remember Thee - Sách nói Miễn phí

TO CLOE.

IMITATED FROM MARTIAL.

I could resign that eye of blue.
  How e'er its splendor used to thrill me;
And even that cheek of roseate hue,—
  To lose it, Cloe, scarce would kill me.

That snowy neck I ne'er should miss,
  However much I've raved about it;
And sweetly as that lip can kiss,
  I think I could exist without it.

In short, so well I've learned to fast,
  That, sooth my love, I know not whether
I might not bring myself at last,
  To—do without you altogether.