My ardent longing fill'd my heart once more;
Short the time was--seven days had pass'd not,--Yet enough 'twas; many mighty princesSought the woman in her widow's-mourning.Sought the woman,--as their wife they sought her.And the mightiest was Imoski's Cadi,And the woman weeping begg'd her brother:By thy life, my brother, I entreat thee,Let me not another's wife be ever,Lest my heart be broken at the imageOf my poor, my dearly-cherish'd children!"
DELOS' stately ruler, and Maia's son, the adroit one,
Awaiting a beating and scolding.But see what they're tasting: the choicest of beer!Though three times and four times they quaff the good cheer
I scarce alone can creep,
So he return'd, work'd, strove amain,And found--sweet guerdon for his toil!--
And look around
With softness woven, graceful, light, and fair,Resembling Her, in the blue aether o'er us,
As when at morn the wand'rer's eye
A BOY a pigeon once possess'd,In gay and brilliant plumage dress'd;He loved it well, and in boyish sportIts food to take from his mouth he taught,And in his pigeon he took such pride,That his joy to others he needs must confide.
As the buds shoot forth.