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THE DUST OF TIMAS

This is the dust of Timas! Here inurned

Rest the dear ashes where so late had burned

Her spirit's flame. She perished, gentle maid,

Before her bridal day and now a shade,

Silent and sad, she evermore must be

In the dark chamber of Persephone.

When life had faded with the flower and leaf,

Each girl friend sweet, in token of her grief,

Resigned her severed locks with bended head,

Beauty's fair tribute to the lovely dead.

THE PRIESTESS OF ARTEMIS

Maidens, that pass my tomb with laughter sweet,

A voice unresting echoes at your feet;

Pause, and if any would my story seek,

Dumb as I am, these graven words will speak;

Once in the vanished years it chanced to please

Arista, daughter of Hermocleides,

To dedicate my life in virgin bliss

To thee, revered of women, Artemis!

O Goddess, deign to bless my grandsire's line,

For Saon was a temple priest of thine;

And grant, O Queen, in thy benefic grace,

Unending fame and fortune to his race.

PELAGON

Above the lowly grave of Pelagon,

Ill-fated fisher lad, Meniscus' son,

His father placed as sign of storm and strife

The weel and oar, memorial of his life.