So he spake, and I, that was easy to win, took his hand, and drew him
down on the soft bed beside me. And immediately body from body
caught fire, and our faces glowed as they had not done, and sweetly
we murmured. And now, dear Selene, to tell thee no long tale, the
great rites were accomplished, and we twain came to our desire.
Faultless was I in his sight, till yesterday, and he, again, in mine.
But there came to me the mother of Philista, my flute player, and the
mother of Melixo, to-day, when the horses of the Sun were climbing
the sky, bearing Dawn of the rosy arms from the ocean stream. Many
another thing she told me; and chiefly this, that Delphis is a lover,
and whom he loves she vowed she knew not surely, but this only, that
ever he filled up his cup with the unmixed wine, to drink a toast to
his dearest. And at last he went off hastily, saying that he would
cover with garlands the dwelling of his love.

This news my visitor told me, and she speaks the truth. For indeed,
at other seasons, he would come to me thrice, or four times, in the
day, and often would leave with me his Dorian oil flask. But now it
is the twelfth day since I have even looked on him! Can it be that
he has not some other delight, and has forgotten me? Now with magic
rites I will strive to bind him, {19} but if still he vexes me, he
shall beat, by the Fates I vow it, at the gate of Hell. Such evil
medicines I store against him in a certain coffer, the use whereof,
my lady, an Assyrian stranger taught me.

But do thou farewell, and turn thy steeds to Ocean, Lady, and my pain
I will bear, as even till now I have endured it. Farewell, Selene
bright and fair, farewell ye other stars, that follow the wheels of
quiet Night.