The whole orchard fills, whilst the leaves
Lend their music to slumber.
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Without warning
swoops on an oakLove shakes my heart
Children astray to their mothers, and goats to the herd,
All things that morning has scattered with fingers of gold,All things thou bringest, O Evening! at last to the fold.
O false as fair
Or haply on another shineThe eyes that once looked into minePretence of love — all faithlesslyOut! nought I careFor such as can true love betray!Love on, forsworn, your little day:Ye are nought to me.
We know this much
we have the gods’word for it; they toowould die if deathwere a good thing
Rushing war-hosts, horsemen or foot or galleys —
Sights on earth: I say that my love of all isSweetest and rarest.Hear the proof, which lightly, I wot, convinces: —‘Mid the comely, Helen would fain discoverOne without peer, and of the goodly princesChose for her loverHim who brought the glory of Troy to ruin!Reckless all of parent and child, she lavishedOn the alien love…
Yes, Atthis, you may be sure
Anactoria will think often of usof the life we shared here, when you seemedthe Goddess incarnateto her and your singing pleased her bestNow among Lydian women she in herturn stands first as the red-fingered moon rising at sunset takesprecedence over stars around her;her light spreads equallyon the salt sea and fields thick with bloomDelicious dew…