Alexander Pope

(21 May 1688 – 30 May 1744 / London / England)

Celia


Celia, we know, is sixty-five,
Yet Celia's face is seventeen;
Thus winter in her breast must live,
While summer in her face is seen.

How cruel Celia's fate, who hence
Our heart's devotion cannot try;
Too pretty for our reverence,
Too ancient for our gallantry!

Submitted: Tuesday, March 30, 2010

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