The moon has set beyond the seas, And vanished are the Pleiades; Half the long weary night has gone, Time passes--yet I lie alone. XXXIII THE SKY I think not with these two White arms to touch the blue. XXXIV TO HER LYRE Singing, O shell, divine! Let now thy voice be mine. XXXV NEVER ON ANY MAIDEN Never on any maiden, the golden sun shall shine, Never on any maiden whose wisdom matches thine. XXXVI * * * I spoke with Aphrodite in a dream. XXXVII ANGER When anger stirs thy breast, Speak not at all (For words, once spoken, rest Beyond recall). XXXVIII ADONIS Ah for Adonis! (Where the willows sigh The call still comes Through spring's sweet mystery.) XXXIX LEDA They say, 'neath leaf and blossom Leda found in the gloom An egg, white as her bosom, Under an iris bloom. XL THE CAPTIVE Now Love has bound me, trembling, hands and feet, O Love so fatal, Love so bitter-sweet. XLI INVOCATION Come to me, O ye graces, Delicate, tender, fair; Come from your heavenly places, Muses with golden hair. XLII YOUTH AND AGE If love thou hast for me, not hate, Arise and find a younger mate; For I no longer will abide Where youth and age lie side by side. XLIII FRAGMENT From heaven returning; Red of hue, his chlamys burning Against the blue. XLIV THE LESBIAN SINGER Upstanding, as the Lesbian singer stands Above the singers of all other lands. XLV ON THE TOMB OF A PRIESTESS OF ARTEMIS Voiceless I speak, and from the tomb reply Unto Æthopia, Leto's child, was I Vowed by the daughter of Hermocleides, Who was the son of Saonaiades. O virgin queen, unto my prayer incline, Bless him and cast thy blessing on our line. XLVI TO A BRIDE Bride, around whom the rosy loves are flying, Sweet image of the Cyprian undying, The bed awaits thee; go, and with him lying, Give to the groom thy sweetness, softly sighing. May Hesperus in gladness pass before thee, And Hera of the silver throne bend o'er thee. XLVII HERMES Ambrosia there was mixed, and from his station Hermes the bowl for waiting gods outpoured; Then raised they all their cups and made oblation, Blessing the bridegroom (by the bride adored). XLVIII ADONIS Tender Adonis stricken is lying. What, Cytherea, now can we do? Beat your breasts, maidens, Adonis is dying, Rending your garments (the white fragments strew). XLIX SLEEP With eyes of darkness, The sleep of night. L