Roman Imperium

LI. A LOVE-LETTER

He seems to me to be akin to God -
Greater than God indeed, if such may be,
Who, sitting always at thy side may hear,
And ever and again may look at thee.
The music of thy laughter! All my mind
Is ravished, Lesbia! Nought of me is left
Do I but look at thee! My limbs aflame
With films of fire, my very tongue bereft
Of speech; my ears ring with strange melodies,
Not of this earth, nor yet of azure skies,
And night, dark night, with double gloom descends,
And closes swiftly o'er my dazzled eyes!