Acontius

A roaring thunder heard

With a new lightning flash

An azure sky opens up

For all thy delight, yet

A Delphic oracle to thy surprise

Remember, how thou, once

Bewitched by thy maiden

Cydippe, a svelte Athenian

At the temple Delos

Amidst the hanging flowers

Sprinkling perfumes all thy path

A sweet, gentle breeze

Lifts thee for a touching treat

An apple being set to roll down

The smitten eyes not fail to catch up

At the very close of my feet

‘I swear by Artemis

That I will marry

Acontius’, it goes

A solemn, thus declared

How foxy thy role played

In the game of life,

Where the trapping of hearts

Be the custom of the young.