(from "The Sprightly Pilgrim") <br /> I sat and read Anacreon. <br /> Moved by the gay, delicious measure <br /> I mused that lips were made for love, <br /> And love to charm a poet's leisure. <br /> And as I mused a maid came by <br /> With something in her look that caught me. <br /> Forgotten was Anacreon's line, <br /> But not the lesson he had taught me.<br /><br />Sir Charles George Douglas Roberts<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/philander-s-song/
