I thought to have selected the white flowers
To please the Nymphs, and to have asked of each
By name, and with no sorrowful regret,
Whether, since both my parents willed the change,
I might at Hymen’s feet bend my clipt brow,
And—(after those who mind us girls the most)
Adore our own Athena, that she would
Regard me mildly with her azure eyes;
But—Father! to see you no more, and see
Your love, O Father! go, ere I am gone.’