᾽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 !