Famed for the glories of her sun-god's home,
Erech, where countless Kings are laid to rest,
And Eridhu, wet with the salt sea-foam;—
Princes and priests and lustrous maidens there
Sing plaintive hymns to Thammuz, young and fair.
And out upon Shumir-Accadian plains,
Beneath the orient night, the shepherd boy
Blows from his oaten pipe the sweet refrains
That tell of Ishtar's one-time joy;
Ana, lord of the starry realms of space,