Ah! Pallas, old girl, as grapes yield wine,
Verily, love yields joy.
Ah! well, I died as a Roman should;
And, alive again to-day,
I find my old Corinthian love
In the flesh, too, just as gay.
I knew her again: there could not be
Another so fond and fair:
Oh! the very same lips, the very same laugh,
And the very same eyes I'll swear!
I drank Falernian then, and she
Falernian dipt in dew;
But now, twin bibbers of Burgundy,
We pledge and our loves renew.
She knew me again — and I hold it true,
Whoever shall say me nay;
It's the girl I kissed in Corinth of old
I'm kissing again to-day.
Paul short, 23d R. W. Fusiliers, olim
Paulus Curtillus, ex Legione Vicesma tertia.
--Boston Transcript.
