Without warning

Must I remind you, Cleis, that sounds of griefare unbecoming ina poet's household? and that they are notsuitable in ours?

In the spring twilight the full moon is shining: Girls take their places as though around an altar

Set are the Pleiades; the  Moon is And midnight dark on high. The hours, the hours, drift by, And here I lie

O US! Thou bring'st all things home; All that the garish day hath scattered wide;

Tell everyone now, today, I shall sing beautifully for my friends' pleasure

We put the urn aboard ship with this inscription: This is the dust of little Timas who unmarried was led into Persephone's dark bedroom And she being far from home, girls her age took new-edged blades to cut, in mourning for her, these curls of…

Throned in splendor, immortal Aphrodite! Child of Zeus, Enchantress, I implore thee Slay me not in this distress and anguish

Blest as the immortal gods is he, The youth who fondly sits by thee, And hears and sees thee, all the while, Softly speaks and sweetly smile.   'Twas this deprived my soul of rest