For Konallis comes! and shut the door against the young men for this is a sharper love.
XI
This is the feast of Iacchus; open wide the gates, O Hierocleia;
Fill the kraters and kuathoi with sweet unmixed wine and snow; bring thyrsus-wands,
And crowns of pale ivy and violets; let the flute-players begin the phallic hymn
While the ten girl-slaves, drunken with the god, dance to the young men.
XII
Hedulia now lies with Myrrhine who aforetime was my lover,
But seeing Hedulia she forgot me, and I lie on the threshold weeping.
O marble threshold, thou are not so white nor so hard as her breasts, receive my tears