Before The Temple
I. All desolate she sate her down Upon the marble of the temple's stair. You would have thought her, with her eyes of brown, Flushed cheeks and hazel hair, A dryad dreaming there. II. A priest of Bacchus passed, nor stopped To chide her; deeming her whose chiton hid But half her bosom, and whose girdle dropped Some grief-drowned Bassarid, The god of wine had chid. III. With wreaths of woodland cyclamen For Dian's shrine, a shepherdess drew near, All her young thoughts on vestal beauty, when She dare not look for fear Behold the goddess here! IV. Fierce lights on shields of bossy brass And helms of gold, next from the hills deploy Tall youths of Argos. And she sees him pass, Flushed with heroic joy, On towards the siege of Troy.
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