THEOCRITUS

O singer of Persephone !
In the dim meadows desolate,
Dost thou remember Sicily?

Still through the ivy flits the bee
Were Anaryllis lies in state,
O Singher of Persephone !

Simaetha calls on Hecate,
And hears the will dogs at the gate;
Dost thou remember Sicily?

Still by the light and laughing sea
Poor Polypheme bemoans his fate,
O Singer of Persephone!

And still in boysh rivalry
Young Daphnis challenges his mate:
Dost thou remember Sicily?

Slim Lacon keeps a goat for three;
For three the jocund shepherds wait,
O Singer of Persphone !
Dost thou remember Sicily ?