The Cry of the Nymph to Eros

Hear thou my lamentation,

Eros, Aphrodite's son!

My heart is broken and my days are done.


Where the woods are dark and the stream runs clear in the dark,

Eros!


I prayed to thy mother and planted the seeds of her flowers,

And smiled at the planting and wept at the planting. Oh violets,

Ye are dead and your whiteness, your sweetness, availed not. Thy

mother

Is cruel. Her flowers lie dead at the steps of the altar,

Eros! Eros!


With a shining like silver they cut through the blue of the sky

Eros!

The dove's wings, they white doves I brought to thy mother in worship;

And I said, she will laugh for joy of my doves. Oh, stillness

Of dead wings. She laughed not nor looked. My doves are dead,

Are dead at the steps of her altars. They mother is cruel,

Eros, Eros!


Hear thou my lamentation,

Eros, Aphrodite's son!

My heart is broken and my days are done.