Too soon below the mountains, lend thy lamp
And guide me to the shepherd whom I love.
No theft I purpose; no wayfaring man
Belated would I watch and make my prey;
Love is my goal, and Love how fair it is,
When friend meets friend sole in the silent night,
Thou knowest, Hesper!”—Symonds.
FROM MOSCHUS’S LAMENT FOR BION.
“Ye mountain valleys, pitifully groan!
Rivers and Dorian springs, for Bion weep!