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The Pride of Lycurgus

As if from ambush, for a time
I've held thee rightly in my eye;
And from all others chosen thee,
Though may thee never reason why.
Now, hearken: let me grasp thine hand,
For now thy stallion youth subdue.
For one night only shall thee lie
With her abed, her favors woo.
Majestic, she, as Helen was:
Now, go unto her in my need.
Take her this night in thine embrace,
And fill her with thy fertile seed.
Uplift my desolate old age
Before all Sparta as my wage.

(C) 11-21-96 Charles Sielert