A Night, Catullus
A thunderbolt bounced me straight from my bed,
But could not thee discharge from my head.
My belly on fire, my limbs aflame,
Straight from the quiver above it came.
An appetence so rare in my soul was born
It kept me astir from night til morn.
Avaunt from me! Oh Catullus enflamed!
My unshackled assent thou hast mortally lamed!
The peccant paynim thou may hast saved,
The soul unbound thine eyes enslaved!
By orison from the Lord above
Dearest Catullus, thou I dost love.
Warrior Princess
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