Lais When Old

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Title:     Lais When Old
Author: Ella Wheeler Wilcox [More Titles by Wilcox]

Lais, when old and all her beauty gone,
Lais, the erstwhile courted pleasure queen,
Walked homeless through Corinth.
One mocked her mien -
One tossed her coins; she took them and passed on.
Down by the harbour sloped a terraced lawn,
Where fountains played; she paused to view the scene.
A marble palace stood in bowers of green
'Twas here of old she revelled till the dawn.

Through yonder portico her lovers came -
Hero and statesman, athlete, merchant, sage;
They flung the whole world's treasures at her feet
To buy her favour and exalt her shame.

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She spat upon her dole of coins in rage
And faded like a phantom down the street.

[The end]
Ella Wheeler Wilcox's poem: Lais When Old

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