Orpheus

INTRODUCTORY ODE CALLIOPE, ORPHEUS Stra CALLIOPE IN the days of the spring of my being, When maidenly bent I above The head of the poet, and, seeing Not love, was the lyre of his love; When laurels I bore to the harper, When bays for the lyrist I bore, My life was diviner and sharper, My name in the Muses was more; When virgin I came to him stainless, When love was a pleasure and painless! What Destiny dreams and discovers The fragrance men know for a lover’s? Peace turned into laughter and tears, Borne down the cold stream of the years! Ant. a ORPHEUS O mother, O queen many-minded, More beauty than beauty may be, 2)