I'm tired. My bed is convincing and my eyes are begging for just a few more minutes. But life doesn't pause for exhaustion. So I get up, carry the weight with me and trust that today will be worth the effort.
I snatched her gown:
being thin, the harm was small,
Yet strived she to be covered there withal.
And striving thus, as one that would be cast,
Betraying herself, and yielded at the last.
Such light to shamefaced maidens
must be shown,
Where they may sport,
and seem to be unknown,
Then came Corinna in a long loose gown,
Her white neck hid with tresses hanging down,
Resembling fair Semiramis going to bed
Or Lais of a thousand wooers sped.