Driving forth thy chariot, and fair birds bore thee
Speeding onward over the earth’s dark shadows,
Waving oft their shimmering plumes thro’ heaven’s
Ether encircling.
Quickly drew they nigh me, and thou, blest presence,
Sweetest smile divine on thy face immortal,
Thou didst seek what sorrow was mine to suffer,
Wherefore I called thee.
What my soul, too, craved with intensest yearning,
Frenzy’s fire enkindling. ‘Now whom,’ thou criest,