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Eugene Field - A Tardy ApologyEugene Field - A Tardy Apology
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You ask me, friend,       Why I don`t send The long since due-and-paid-for numbers;       Why, songless, I       As drunken lie Abandoned to Lethean slumbers.       Long time ago       (As well you know) I started in upon that carmen;       My work was vain,--       But why complain? When gods forbid, how helpless are men!       Some ages back,       The sage Anack Courted a frisky Samian body,       Singing her praise       In metered phrase As flowing as his bowls of toddy.       Till I was hoarse       Might I discourse Upon the cruelties of Venus;       `T were waste of time       As well of rhyme, For you`ve been there yourself, Maecenas!       Perfect your bliss       If some fair miss Love you yourself and _not_ your minae;       I, fortune`s sport,       All vainly court The beauteous, polyandrous Phryne!
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