Carmina
Catullus
Catullus, Gaius Valerius. The Carmina of Caius Valerius Catullus. Burton, Sir Richard Francis, translator. London, Printed for the Translators, 1894.
- But for the Diva's use bestrewn is the genial bedstead,
- Hidden in midmost stead, and its polisht framework of Indian
- Tusk underlies its cloth empurpled by juice of the dye-shell.
- This be a figured cloth with forms of manhood primeval
- Showing by marvel-art the gifts and graces of heroes.
- Here upon Dia's strand wave-resonant, ever-regarding
- Theseus borne from sight outside by fleet of the fleetest,
- Stands Ariadne with heart full-filled with furies unbated,
- Nor can her sense as yet believe she 'spies the espied,
- When like one that awakes new roused from slumber deceptive,
- Sees she her hapless self lone left on loneliest sandbank:
- While as the mindless youth with oars disturbeth the shallows,
- Casts to the windy storms what vows he vainly had vowed.
- Him through the sedges afar the sad-eyed maiden of Minos,
- Likest a Bacchant-girl stone-carven, (O her sorrow!)
- 'Spies, a-tossing the while on sorest billows of love-care.
- Now no more on her blood-hued hair fine fillets retains she,
- No more now light veil conceals her bosom erst hidden,
- Now no more smooth zone contains her milky-hued paplets:
- All gear dropping adown from every part of her person