V.
Fairer than iris blossoms slenderly swaying
Under the sighing zephyrs of sandy Argos,
The harvest breezes stole the heart of Erinna.
Now she dreameth under the meadow grasses.
VI.
The swan afloat on the rippling azure waters
Remembereth thy fairness, Rhododaphne,
And dreameth on time’s surface of thy passing.