Sol 5.6

  1. My life grew sweet, to spite the censor;

    I reveled in union with a love who yields.

  2. Fair weather came to us without a promise,

    and we saw October arrive in September.

  3. So take the cup, my two friends, from a cup—

    —bearer, handsome, whose coy grace delights.

  4. His palms made the goblets sweeter-scented still,

    and lent the wine the north wind’s perfume.

Sol 5.6