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Eugene Field - To Lydia
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Tell me, Lydia, tell me why,
  By the gods that dwell above,
Sybaris makes haste to die
  Through your cruel, fatal love.

Now he hates the sunny plain;
  Once he loved its dust and heat.
Now no more he leads the train
  Of his peers on coursers fleet.

Now he dreads the Tiber`s touch,
  And avoids the wrestling-rings,--
He who formerly was such
  An expert with quoits and things.

Come, now, Mistress Lydia, say
  Why your Sybaris lies hid,
Why he shuns the martial play,
  As we`re told Achilles did.
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