That sage and virgin choir whose shell
You hear so often, love so well:—
ANTISTROPHE I.
To you white Aphrodite sends
Her Loves, to make you wise and kind;
For they are Wisdom’s choicest friends;
And here they say the goddess wreathed
Her fragrant locks with rosy twine;
And here they sing that, passion-fraught
And o’er Cephisus’ stream reclined,