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Or offer roses to the Queen of flowers.
You are the radiant Goddess of my dreams,
And I your darkling, desperate devotee
Kneel in the dark, yet pray towards the light.
Do you approve my worship? O my Queen,
Come you to Athens from these troublous times
And dwell in peace under the budded bays
With him whose life were aimless lacking you,
Rearing fair children maybe, that may serve
The God with gracious worship, when we twain
Are dust within one urn.
Theonöe:
O I rejoice
To find that Helios with golden bow
Has chased the gloomy shadow from your brain.
I joy to think you sail for Athens soon,
To find the dear, the dread Divinities
Their fair white fanes full-fronting to the dawn.
Where manly Gods are served by men divine,
