Dreamless from happy sleep I woke


᾽Αβρα δηὖτε παχήᾳ σπόλᾳ ἀλλόμαν·

DREAMLESS from happy sleep I woke, 
On me the piercing sunlight broke, 
I drank the laughter of the breeze 
Divine, O Cypris, from thy seas, 
Then lithely in thick robe I sprang ; 
To me it seemed m y body sang— 

"Death is an evil." Phaon bent 
Above his nets, magnificent. 
"The wise immortals never die." 
Phaon grew conscious I stood by ; 
And, oh ! to bury in thy wave, 
Lethe, one day, the glance he gave !