Kyrenaikos
Lay me where soft Cyrene rambles downIn grove and garden to the sapphire sea;Twine yellow roses for the drinker’s crown;Let music reach and fair heads circle me,Watching blue ocean where the white sails steerFruit-laden forth or with the wares and newsOf merchant cities seek our harbors here,Careless how Corinth fares, how Syracuse;But here, with love and sleep in her caress,Warm night shall sink and utterly persuadeThe gentle doctrine Aristippus bare,—Night-winds, and one whose white youth’s loveliness,In a flowered balcony beside me laid,Dreams, with the starlight on her fragrant hair.