Celia

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To charming Celia's arms I flew
And all night long I feasted,
No god such pleasures ever knew
Or mortal ever tasted.

Lost in such delicious joy
And blessed beyond expressing,
I asked, "Pray tell me how I may
Reward so great a blessing?

"The richest jewel, the brightest star,
A mighty monarch's treasure,
Is all too poor a price by far
To purchase so much pleasure."

She blushed and said, "The feast was fine,
But ere the sun comes up
All I ask is one more time,
To come and fill my cup."

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