Surveyed white aether and solid soil and waters uncontrol'd,And chased with steeds sonorous-hooved the shades of lingering night,Then sleep from waking Atys fled fleeting with sudden flight,By Nymph Pasithae welcomed to palpitating breast.Thus when his frenzy raging rash was soothed to gentlest rest,Atys revolved deeds lately done, as thought from breast unfolding,And what he'd lost and what he was with lucid sprite beholding,To shallows led by surging soul again the way 'gan take.There casting glance of weeping eyes where vasty billows brake,Sad-voiced in pitifullest lay his native land bespake."Country of me, Creatress mine, born to thee and bred,By hapless me abandoned as by thrall from lordling fled,When me to Ida's groves and glades these vaguing footsteps boreTo tarry 'mid the snows and where lurk beasts in antres froreAnd seek the deeply hidden lairs where furious ferals meet!Where, Country! whither placed must I now hold thy site and seat?Lief would these balls of eyes direct to thee their line of sight,Which for a while, a little while, would free me from despite.Must I for ever roam these groves from house and home afar?Of country, parents, kith and kin (life's boon) myself debar?Fly Forum, fly Palestra, fly the Stadium, the Gymnase?Wretch, ah poor wretch, I'm doomed (my soul!) to mourn throughout my days,For what of form or figure is, which I failed to enjoy?I full-grown man, I blooming youth, I stripling, I a boy,I of Gymnasium erst the bloom, I too of oil the pride:Warm was my threshold, ever stood my gateways opening wide,My house was ever garlanded and hung with flowery freight,And couch to quit with rising sun, has ever been my fate:Now must I Cybele's she-slave, priestess of gods, be hight?I Maenad I, mere bit of self, I neutral barren wight?I spend my life-tide couch't beneath high-towering Phrygian peaks?I dwell on Ida's verdant slopes mottled with snowy streaks,Where homes the forest-haunting doe, where roams the wildling boar?Now, now I rue my deed foredone, now, now it irks me sore!"Whenas from out those roseate lips these accents rapid flew,Bore them to ears divine consigned a Nuncio true and new;Then Cybele her lions twain disjoining from their yokeThe left-hand enemy of the herds a-goading thus bespoke:"Up feral fell! up, hie with him, see rage his foot-steps urge,See that his fury smite him till he seek the forest verge,He who with over-freedom fain would fly mine empery.Go, slash thy flank with lashing tail and sense the strokes of thee,Make the whole mountain to thy roar sound and resound again,And fiercely toss thy brawny neck that bears the tawny mane!"So quoth an angered Cybele, and yoke with hand untied:The feral rose in fiery wrath and self-inciting hied,A-charging, roaring through the brake with breaking paws he tore.But when he reached the humid sands where surges cream the shore,Spying soft Atys lingering near the marbled pave of seaHe springs: the terror-madded wretch back to the wood doth flee,Where for the remnant of her days a bondmaid's life led she.Great Goddess, Goddess Cybele, Dindymus dame divine,Far from my house and home thy wrath and wrack, dread mistress mine:Goad others on with Fury's goad, others to Ire consign!
Marriage of Peleus and Thetis
Pine-trees gendered whilome upon soaring Peliac summitSwam (as the tale is told) through liquid surges of NeptuneFar as the Phasis-flood and frontier-land Aeetean;Whenas the youths elect, of Argive vigour the oak-heart,Longing the Golden Fleece of the Colchis-region to harry,