We will lure the night to linger, we will watch her out with song.
Delian, let Dione queen it, yield thy forest to our throng!
Tomorn who ne'er hath loved shall love, and who hath loved shall love tomorn.
13
"Heap my judgment-seat with flowers of Hybla!" thus the Goddess cried.
Thence shall she proclaim her laws, the Graces seated at her side.
Hybla, pour out all thy flowers, all the glad year's bounty-rain!
Hybla, now in blossom-vesture clothe thee o'er wide Enna's plain!
Tomorn who ne'er hath loved shall love, and who hath loved shall love tomorn.
14
Here shall be the Meadow-maidens, here the Maidens of the Hills,
Forest-dwellers, Grove-abiders, they that haunt the fountain-rills.
For the Winged One's Mother biddeth one and all be here arrayed.
