Ἄνοιγε, φησί
Βρέφος εἰμί, μὴ φόβησαι
Βρέχομαι δέ, κἀσέληνον
Κατὰ νύκτα πεπλάνημαι.
“ ‘Fear not,’ said he, with piteous din,
‘Pray ope the door and let me in:
A poor unshelter’d boy am I,
For help who knows not where to fly:
Lost in the dark, and with the dews,
All cold and wet, that midnight brews.’”