<h2><SPAN name="page11"></SPAN><span class="pagenum"></span>LAIS WHEN YOUNG</h2>
<p class="poetry">Lais when young, and all her charms in
flower,<br/>
Lais, whose beauty was the fateful light<br/>
That led great ships to anchor in
the night<br/>
And bring their priceless cargoes to her bower,<br/>
Lais yet found her cup of sweet turned sour.<br/>
Great Plato’s pupil, from his lofty height,<br/>
Zenocrates, unmoved, had seen the white<br/>
Sweet wonder of her, and defied her power.</p>
<p class="poetry">She snared the world in nets of subtle
wiles:<br/>
The proud, the famed, all clamoured at her gate;<br/>
Dictators plead, inside her
portico;<br/>
Wisdom sought madness, in her favouring smiles;<br/>
Now was she made the laughing-stock of fate:<br/>
One loosed her clinging arms, and
bade her go.</p>
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