Hero of Gyara is fleet of foot
As fawns, and as light-footed in the dance,
The dance taught by the measures of my lute.
Ever-impassioned Gorgo!—is it strange
That I grow weary of the change on change
Of thine adored ones?—of thy rhapsodies
O'er each new girl-friend, while the old love dies?
Joy to thee, daughter of a princely race,
For thy last dear one! Lie in her embrace—
Till shines a new star on thy raptured eyes!
Fonder of maids thou art, I trow, than she,
The ghost who nightly steal young girls, to be
In Hades of her woeful company.
This is my fair girl-garden: sweet they grow—
Rose, violet, asphodel and lily's snow;
And which the sweetest is, I do not know;
For rosy arms and starry eyes are there,
Honey-sweet voices and cheeks passing fair.
And these shall men, I ween, remember long;
For these shall bloom for ever in my song.
XVII.
A Lament for Adonis.
(Fragments 62, 63, 59, 74, 66, 108 combined.)
Cytherea, thy dainty Adonis is dying!
Ah, what shall we do?
O Nymphs, let it echo, the voice of your crying,
The greenwood through!
