I LOVED THEE I loved thee, Atthis, once, once long ago. V INVOCATION Goddess of Cyprus come (where beauty lights The way) and serve in cups of gold these lips With nectar, mixed by love with all delights Of golden days, and dusk of amorous nights. VI CLAÏS I have a daughter, Claïs fair, Poised like a golden flower in air, Lydian treasures her limbs outshine (Claïs, beloved one, Claïs mine!) VII TO A SWALLOW Pandion's daughter--O fair swallow, Why dost thou weary me-- (Where should I follow?) VIII LOVE Sweet mother, at the idle loom I lean, Weary with longing for the boy that still Remains a dream of loveliness--to fill My soul, my life, at Aphrodite's will. IX WEDDING SONG Workmen lift high The beams of the roof, Hymenæus! Like Ares from sky Comes the groom to the bride. Hymenæus! Than men who must die Stands he taller in pride, Hymenaeus! X EVENING Children astray to their mothers, and goats to the herd, Sheep to the shepherd, through twilight the wings of the bird, All things that morning has scattered with fingers of gold, All things thou bringest, O Evening! at last to the fold. XI MAIDENHOOD Maidenhood! Maidenhood! where hast thou gone from me. Whither, O Slain! I shall return to thee, I who have gone from thee, never again. XII MOONLIGHT The stars around the fair moon fade Against the night, When gazing full she fills the glade And spreads the seas with silvery light. XIII ORCHARD SONG Cool murmur of water through apple-wood Troughs without number The whole orchard fills, whilst the leaves Lend their music to slumber. XIV DICA With flowers fair adorn thy lustrous hair, Dica, amidst thy locks sweet blossoms twine, With thy soft hands, for so a maiden stands Accepted of the gods, whose eyes divine Are turned away from her--though fair as May She waits, but round whose locks no flowers shine. XV GRACE What country maiden charms thy heart, However fair, however sweet, Who has not learned by gracious Art To draw her dress around her feet? XVI AS ON THE HILLS As on the hills the shepherds trample the hyacinth down, Staining the earth with darkness, there where a flower has blown. XVII TO ATTHIS Hateful my face is to thee, Hateful to thee beyond speaking, Atthis, who fliest from me Like a white bird Andromeda seeking. XVIII AS WIND UPON THE MOUNTAIN OAKS