4 JANUARY 1957, Page 23

Miser Catulle

Poor fond Catullus; fruitless longing. slay, And count for ever. lost what lost you see. Once brightly shone for you the glorious day, And once where you went. gladly there went-she. No love like yours for her will ever be.

But now 'tis done: forget the happy play When your desire and hers ran hand in hand; Now her desire is cold as frost in May, ' Yours you—you can no other--must withstand: No more for you will brightly shine the day.

Seek not to follow her: she's lied away: Harden your heart like steel: resolve your mind. Nor go on pleading with her: nay is nay. Goodbye, my love: my heart is hard, you'll find, • I will not ask again one so unkind.

But you•will miss me every lonely night.

When no one comes to take you in his arms. No one to kiss, no one whose lips you'll bite, No one to love, and none to praise your charm. nut you. Catullus. steel your heart and light.

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