Part 28 (1/2)

The nymphs a shepherd took To guard their snowy sheep; He led them down along the brook, And guided them with pipe and crook, Until he fell asleep.

But when the piping stayed, Across the flowery mead The milk-white nymphs ran out afraid: O Thyrsis, wake! Your flock has strayed,-- The nymphs a shepherd need.

ECHOES FROM THE GREEK ANTHOLOGY

I

STARLIGHT

With two bright eyes, my star, my love, Thou lookest on the stars above: Ah, would that I the heaven might be With a million eyes to look on thee.

_Plato._

II

ROSELEAF

A little while the rose, And after that the thorn; An hour of dewy morn, And then the glamour goes.

Ah, love in beauty born, A little while the rose!

_Unknown._

III

PHOSPHOR--HESPER

O morning star, farewell!

My love I now must leave; The hours of day I slowly tell, And turn to her with the twilight bell,-- O welcome, star of eve!

_Meleager._

IV

SEASONS

Sweet in summer, cups of snow, Cooling thirsty lips aglow; Sweet to sailors winter-bound, Spring arrives with garlands crowned; Sweeter yet the hour that covers With one cloak a pair of lovers, Living lost in golden weather, While they talk of love together.

_Asclepiades._