Of thee, and weep for him. My dearest dear! E'en as a dream. At home my widowed cheer Keeps the loves idle; with thy latest sigh My cestus perished too; thou rash one! why, oh why "Did'st hunt? so fair, contend with monsters grim?" Thus Cypris wailed; but dead Adonis lies; For every gout of blood that fell from him, She drops a tear; sweet flowers each dew suppliesRoses his blood, her tears anemonies. Cypris no longer in the thickets weep; The couch is furnished! there in loving guise Come! in those vestments now array him, In which he slept the live-long night with thee; A sad yet lovely sight; and let him be High heaped with flowers; tho' withered all when he Surceased. With essences him sprinkle o'er And ointments; let them perish utterly, Since he, who was thy sweetest, is no more. He lies in purple; him the weeping loves deplore. Their curls are shorn: one breaks his bow; another His arrows and the quiver; this unstrings, And takes Adonis' sandal off; his brother In golden urn the fountain water brings; This bathes his thighs; that fans him with his wings. The Loves," Alas for Cypris!" weeping say: Hymen hath quenched his torches; shreds and flings The marriage wreath away; and for the lay Of love is only heard the doleful “ weal-away." Yet more than Hymen for Adonis weep The Graces; shriller than Dione vent Hush! hush! to-day, sad Cypris! and consent spare thyself. no more thy bosom tear For thou must wail again, and weep another year. IDYL II. EROS AND THE FOWLER. HUNTING the birds within a bosky grove, And shook his head, replying to the boy : 66 Against this bird do not your rods employ ; It is an evil creature; shun him-flee; Until you take him, happy will you be. But if you ever come to manhood's day, He that now flies you and still bounds away, IDYL III. THE TEACHER TAUGHT. By me in my fresh prime did Cypris stand, He kept his eyes fixt, downcast on the ground, While in mine ears his mother's words did sound :"Dear herdsman, take and teach for me, I pray, Eros to sing;" she said, and went her way. I then began to teach whate'er I knew Fool that I was! how first great Pan did suit I taught him this; he heeded not my lore, |