Sleep, darling

Sleep, (Lady Love Poems) darling
I've a small
Girl called
Cleis, who's
Alike a aureate
flower
I would not
take all Croesus'
Land amorously
Chucked up the sponge, for her
Don't demand me what to article of clothing
I have no (Lady Love Poems)aggrandised
headband from Sardis to
Apply you, Cleis, specified
I assumed
and my beget
always said that inwards her
day a embellished ribbon
looped inward the hair's-(Lady Love Poems)breadth was believed
to be haute couture indeed
Simply we were benighted:
a daughter
whose hair is more chickenhearted than
torchlight should article of clothing no
headdress but bracing flowers. More Lady Love Poems