—I sat beside my sire: around us stood
The wise, the brave, the lovely of our land,
When, led by Thésëus, Athens’ offspring came, a self-devoted band.
I sat entranced: the lover of my dreams.
He, to whom nightly I had poured my sighs,
The ideal of my soul, stood visibly before my waking eyes.
Calmly the Self-Devoted stood and smiled, —
Thésëus, king-born, with his radiant face
Flushed with the glory of a fame which pierced the ultimate star of space.
My heart waxed sick, for I was woman, Jove: