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A Late Convert

(Paulus Silentiarius.)

I that in youth had never been
The servant of the Paphian Queen,
I that in youth had never felt
The shafts of Eros pierce and melt,
Cypris! in later age, half grey,
I bow the neck to THEE to-day.
Pallas, that was my lady, thou
Dost more triumphant vanquish now,
Than when thou gained'st, over seas,
The apple of the Hesperides.

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