φροντίσδην, ἐπὶ δ' Ἀνδρομέδαν πότῃ.
But to thee, Atthis, the thought of me is hateful; thou flittest to Andromeda.
Quoted by Hephaestion together with fr. [40], but it seems to be the beginning of a different ode.
42
Ἔρος δαὖτ' ἐτίναξεν ἔμοι φρένας,
ἄνεμος κατ' ὄρος δρύσιν ἐμπέσων.
Now Eros shakes my soul, a wind on the mountain falling on the oaks.
Love shook me like the mountain breeze
Rushing down on the forest trees.
Frederick Tennyson.