Horace To Ligurine

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Title:     Horace To Ligurine
Author: Eugene Field [More Titles by Field]

(Odes IV, 10.)

O cruel fair,
Whose flowing hair
The envy and the pride of all is,
As onward roll
The years, that poll
Will get as bald as a billiard ball is;
Then shall your skin, now pink and dimply,
Be tanned to parchment, sear and pimply!

When you behold
Yourself grown old
These words shall speak your spirits moody:
"Unhappy one!
What heaps of fun
I've missed by being goody-goody!
Oh! that I might have felt the hunger
Of loveless age when I was younger!"

[The end]
Eugene Field's poem: Horace To Ligurine

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