Such fruit among the heavy roses falls, Such fruit my watchful damsels carefully am not hard to those who love me well; Store up within the best loved of my walls, ist to what I a second time will tell, nd thou mayest hear perchance, and live to save he cruel maiden from a loveless grave. Ancient Damascus, where the lover calls Above my unseen head, and faint and light The rose-leaves flutter round me in the night. 66 • And note, that these are not alone most fair With heavenly gold, but longing strange they bring Unto the hearts of men, who will not care Beholding these, for any once-loved thing Till round the shining sides their fingers cling. And thou shalt see thy well-girt swiftfoot maid By sight of these amidst her glory stayed. And when she turns aside make on арасе, And if again she heads thee in the race Spare not the other two to cast aside If she not long enough behind will bide. "Farewell, and when has come the happy time That she Diana's raiment must unbind And all the world seems blessed with Saturn's clime, And thou with eager arms about her twined Beholdest first her gray eyes growing kind, Surely, O trembler, thou shalt scarcely then Forget the Helper of unhappy men." Milanion raised his head at this last word For now so soft and kind she seemed to be No longer of her Godhead was he feared; Too late he looked; for nothing could he see But the white image glimmering doubtfully Thou know'st her not, O rustling tree, Flow on, great river-thou mayst deem And thou that men call by my name, Grow weak and pine, lie down to die, Because short time and sweet goes by; |