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Lais When Old

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

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