Dark-eyed Sleep, child of Night, Come in thy shadow garment to my couch, And with thy soothing touch, Cool as the vesper breeze, Grant that I may forget; Bestow condign release, A taste of rest that comes with endless sleep; Lure off the haunting dreams, The dire Eumenides That torture my repose. For I would live a space Though Phaon has forsaken me, nor yet Be found on shadow fields Among the lilies tall Of pale Persephone. THE CLIFF OF LEUCAS Afar-seen cliff Stands in the western sea Toward Cephallenian lands. Apollo's temple crowns Its whitened crest, And at its base The waves eternal beat. Its leap has power To cure the pangs Of unrequited love. Thither pale lovers go With anguished hearts To dare the deep and quench Love's slow consuming flame. Urged to the edge By maddening desire, I, too, shall fling myself Imploring thee, Apollo, lord and king! Into the chill Embraces of the sea, Less cold than thine, O Phaon, I shall fall-- Fall with the flutter of a wounded dove; And I shall rise Indifferent forever to love's dream, Or find below The sea's eternal voice, Eternal peace. EPIGRAMS THE DUST OF TIMAS This is the dust of Timas! Here inurned Rest the dear ashes where so late had burned Her spirit's flame. She perished, gentle maid, Before her bridal day and now a shade, Silent and sad, she evermore must be In the dark chamber of Persephone. When life had faded with the flower and leaf, Each girl friend sweet, in token of her grief, Resigned her severed locks with bended head, Beauty's fair tribute to the lovely dead. THE PRIESTESS OF ARTEMIS Maidens, that pass my tomb with laughter sweet, A voice unresting echoes at your feet; Pause, and if any would my story seek, Dumb as I am, these graven words will speak; Once in the vanished years it chanced to please Arista, daughter of Hermocleides, To dedicate my life in virgin bliss To thee, revered of women, Artemis! O Goddess, deign to bless my grandsire's line, For Saon was a temple priest of thine; And grant, O Queen, in thy benefic grace, Unending fame and fortune to his race. PELAGON Above the lowly grave of Pelagon, Ill-fated fisher lad, Meniscus' son, His father placed as sign of storm and strife The weel and oar, memorial of his life. FINIS INDEX SAPPHICS THE MUSES MUSAGETES LOVE'S BANQUET MOON AND STARS ODE TO ANACTORIA THE ROSE ODE TO APHRODITE SUMMER THE GARDEN OF THE NYMPHS APHRODITE'S DOVES ANACREON'S SONG THE DAUGHTER OF CYPRUS THE DISTAFF THE SLEEP WIND THE REPROACH LONG AGO EPITHALAMIA: THRENODES