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Eugene Field - The Reconciliation
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HE

When you were mine, in auld lang syne,
  And when none else your charms might ogle,
I`ll not deny, fair nymph, that I
  Was happier than a heathen mogul.

SHE

Before _she_ came, that rival flame
  (Had ever mater saucier filia?),
In those good times, bepraised in rhymes,
  I was more famed than Mother Ilia.

HE

Chloe of Thrace! With what a grace
  Does she at song or harp employ her!
I`d gladly die, if only I
  Could live forever to enjoy her!

SHE

My Sybaris so noble is
  That, by the gods, I love him madly!
That I might save him from the grave,
  I`d give my life, and give it gladly!

HE

What if _ma belle_ from favor fell,
  And I made up my mind to shake her;
Would Lydia then come back again,
  And to her quondam love betake her?

SHE

My other beau should surely go,
  And you alone should find me gracious;
For no one slings such odes and things
  As does the lauriger Horatius!
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