THE GARDEN OF EROS. 
9 
HELIORUS 
 
Yes—the pain I had before. 
“ At the game that Chiron shouldn’t, 
Chiron would — and Chiron couldn’t. ” 
 
RHODON 
 
Never heed the little whore ! 
Play a melody, Marsyas ! 
 
HELIORUS 
 
He’s at Anaxagoras ! 
 
RHODOPE 
 
Where is Doris, then ? 
 
ERRINNA 
 
By Zeus, 
Where her ribs are all in use ! 
 
ANTINOUS 
 
Sprinkle me with poppy-juice 
From the flowers of Syracuse 
On the lips relaxed with pleasure 
Of their kisses overmeasure !