The Muses at the Side May Move

The Muses at the side may move
But can not hold the wings of Love.
Lesbia was faithless to Catullus,
And Delia wandered from Tibullus,
Who closer when Death came would stand,
And yield to him alone her hand.
The tender heart is ever true
And all its world contains but two,
Inseparable those, nor cold
Until they mingle with the mould.