Here you will find the Poem Philander's Song of poet Charles G. D. Roberts
(from "The Sprightly Pilgrim") I sat and read Anacreon. Moved by the gay, delicious measure I mused that lips were made for love, And love to charm a poet's leisure. And as I mused a maid came by With something in her look that caught me. Forgotten was Anacreon's line, But not the lesson he had taught me.