HE <br /> <br />When you were mine, in auld lang syne, <br />And when none else your charms might ogle, <br />I'll not deny, fair nymph, that I <br />Was happier than a heathen mogul. <br /> <br />SHE <br /> <br />Before _she_ came, that rival flame <br />(Had ever mater saucier filia?), <br />In those good times, bepraised in rhymes, <br />I was more famed than Mother Ilia. <br /> <br />HE <br /> <br />Chloe of Thrace! With what a grace <br />Does she at song or harp employ her! <br />I'd gladly die, if only I <br />Could live forever to enjoy her! <br /> <br />SHE <br /> <br />My Sybaris so noble is <br />That, by the gods, I love him madly! <br />That I might save him from the grave, <br />I'd give my life, and give it gladly! <br /> <br />HE <br /> <br />What if _ma belle_ from favor fell, <br />And I made up my mind to shake her; <br />Would Lydia then come back again, <br />And to her quondam love betake her? <br /> <br />SHE <br /> <br />My other beau should surely go, <br />And you alone should find me gracious; <br />For no one slings such odes and things <br />As does the lauriger Horatius!<br /><br />Eugene Field<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-reconciliation/
