In the purple distance.
His fellow tunny-fishers erect this stone.
IV.
Chaste Clearista flowereth in the heavens,
For dearer than Helen’s beauty in April sunlight
The gods love the spotless dreams of a maiden.
V.
Fairer than iris blossoms slenderly swaying
Under the sighing zephyrs of sandy Argos,
The harvest breezes stole the heart of Erinna.