As wind upon the mountain oaks in storm, So Eros shakes my soul, my life, my form. XIX GOODNESS He who is fair is good to look upon; He who is good is fair, though youth be gone. XX THE FISHERMAN'S TOMB Over the fisher Pelagon Meniscus his father set The oar worn by the wave, the trap, and the fishing net;-- For all men, and for ever, memorials there to be Of the luckless life of the fisher, the labourer of the sea. XXI TIMAS This is the dust of Tunas, who, unwed, Passed hence to Proserpina's house of gloom. In mourning all her sorrowing playmates shed Their curls and cast the tribute on her tomb. XXII DEAD SHALT THOU LIE Dead shalt thou lie for ever, and forgotten, For whom the flowers of song have never bloomed; A wanderer amidst the unbegotten, In Hades' house a shadow ay entombed. XXIII DEATH Death is an evil, for the gods choose breath; Had Death been good the gods had chosen Death. XXIV ALCÆUS AND SAPPHO ALCÆUS Seet violet-weaving Sappho, whose soft smile My tongue should free, Lo, I would speak, but shame holds me the while I gaze on thee. SAPPHO Hadst thou but felt desire of noble things, Hadst not thy tongue proposed to speak no good, Thy words had not been destitute of wings, Nor shame thine eyes subdued. XXV THE ALTAR Then the full globed moon arose, and there The women stood as round an altar fair. XXVI THE ALTAR And thus at times, in Crete, the women there Circle in dance around the altar fair; In measured movement, treading as they pass With tender feet the soft bloom of the grass. XXVII LOVE All delicacy unto me is lovely, and for me, O Love! Thy wings are as the midday fire, Thy splendour as the sun above. XXVIII LIKE THE SWEET APPLE Like the sweet apple that reddens At end of the bough-- Far end of the bough-- Left by the gatherer's swaying, Forgotten, so thou. Nay, not forgotten, ungotten, Ungathered (till now). XXIX PROPHESY Methinks hereafter in some later spring Echo will bear to men the songs we sing. XXX FOR THEE For thee, unto the altar will I lead A white goat-- To the altar by the sea; And there, where waves advance and waves recede, A full libation will I pour for thee. XXXI FRIEND Friend, face me so and raise Unto my face thy face, Unto mine eyes thy gaze, Unto my soul its grace. XXXII THE MOON HAS SET